Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


pinning my hopes
on the stuff i can buy
never works out
as well as i hope.
if i were rich
and could buy
the very best
of all i desire,
then maybe
stuff would satisfy.
instead, i have to hope
that what i choose
on my limited budget
doesn’t disappoint too badly.
oh those cheap
xmas morning toys
that shine so brightly
before turning into tears
by the middle of that
sad and empty

©TA Barnhart April 24, 2020