Parsimonious #Poetry #WOTD

The mean old curmudgeon
Stored away his riches
Hidden in the basement
Safe and secure

His only daughter
Struggled to get by
She worked three jobs
To feed two mouths
Living in a rough neighborhood

Rent was always rising
The building squalid
The appliances functioned occasionally
Too few lights darkened the place
Time spent her son, too limited

At least they were together
The miser alone
His was a poverty of

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Word of the Day: Parsimonious

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