The No-Gold Standard
August 13th, 2009 
Money doesn't go as far as it did,
You find your money goes to
The grocer, to the gas station, and you'll
Want more food, more gas, and Shell
Oil and their like aren't giving a
Cash gift just because you're poor.
Every day, look around, prices climb.
Newly minted dollars are printed. I
Take a close look, take stock of it all,
Slammed, as it were, against my retirement wall.
John B. Moss
13 August 2009
Rainy Night
August 12th, 2009 
Rainy night, strong wind chill,
One of those nights when you
Yearn for a glass of cognac
And maybe test your luck.
Look for her tonight, that lady...
Fortune doesn't wait or drink cognac;
Luck has her own aura,
Uses your whims, feels your tremor...
So call your friends, now, and
Have them come over for a glass.
John B. Moss
12 August 2009
Fond Parting
August 11th, 2009 
By that faraway
Look in your eye it's
Obvious you're leaving;
We share this urge, I think.
Maybe (we agree), we will
Each find what we need,
A sense of self...
Kind and gentle
In caring for each other, the
Strength to be ourselves, and
Supportive of the bonds we share.
John B. Moss
11 August 2009
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