The Crowd At The Ball Game

Poem By William Carlos Williams

piggy bank
takes my coin everyday
never grows big

inspired by -
It is the heart that makes a man rich.
He is rich according to what he is, not according to what he has.
Henry Ward Beecher, American anti-slavery activist,1813-1887

Comments about The Crowd At The Ball Game

It does take an awfully long time to fill a piggy bank! Nice!

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