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written by: Don Knowles



Watch what you'll say to me
Each word has its weighted worth
Don't nickel or dime me now
I can't survive off your petty pocket change
Believe it you can't bounce your check off me
All your nonexistent spreadsheets and symbols
Couldn't fill half a thimble
I take every utterance as holy truth
This is not to say I can't banter or joke with you
But I'm short changed with all your slander
I'll laugh at clever riddles
But don't dare belittle those around you
Your credits with me are built up
Your golden chalice filled to overflowing
With words of caring
words of love
I will no longer listen to you judge
My value and what you take of me
My stocks are bought with honesty
So don't borrow my common sense
Don't say things that won't pay the rent
Cause every blessed word
Every cursed word


A penny for your thoughts?

Don Knowles

Don Knowles

My writing is typically written while I'm on a treadmill, so I call myself "the treadmill poet!"

Born in West Chester Pa in 1960 I have been inspired to begin writing again through my interactions with two people I care deeply about that are experiencing the torrents of mental illness.
Don Knowles

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