Automated Teller

ATM

 

I, bankrupt

beggar; You,

bank machine,

manager

of reserves.

You, Giver

of good, grace

dispensing

like crisp bills;

I, endless

consumer

craving else,

spending gifts

like water.

You, lending

to paupers

currency

to purchase

Life; I, debts

mounting, limp

destitute

to soak up

charity,

walk away

with my hands

and heart full.

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16 comments on “Automated Teller

  1. OK…I will always think of you every time I use one of those charity machines. 🙂 Well done!!!

  2. Eric says:

    forgot my PIN…
    guess i’ll never
    win.
    what a sin.
    could you
    loan me a fin?

  3. Gallivanta says:

    God in everything! I am just on my way out to the ATM. I shall inform the machine that it has some stiff competition in the banking business and it needs to cut me a better deal 😀

  4. Tiny says:

    This poem immediately reminded me of a winter day about 25 years ago when I was in a shopping mall with my then toddler son. He wanted a new toy and I told him we didn’t have the money to buy it. He was sitting in his stroller and pointed to an ATM and said: mom, you can always take money from the wall 🙂

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