My Two Cents

2 cents fell out of my pants pocket
I put them in my clean pants pockets
next to my calcium tablet I didn't take yet again
What about my bones?
So I carried my 2 cents with me.

I stood transfixed watching green leaves in one tree out of many
all waving non-stop at me
like Granny at the end of each episode of "The Beverly Hillbilies"
while other leaves were stoic,
unmoving.

I kept my 2 cents to myself
I remain silent
even when I am angry.
I remain silent
even when I am perturbed.
I remain silent
even when I am screaming on the inside.
I hold it all in
I haven't reached my erruption point yet
I am not going to blow today.
I won't be putting my 2 cents in.
~Becky Bristow Voyles~