Money

It was the apple pie I smelled baking

But never could taste.

It was the Madame Alexander doll

I saw in the toy store window

I never could hold.

It was the gate to the town pool

Filled with children splashing

In the midst of summer

I never could open.

It was the comforter

Tucked snugly about my frame

I never could feel.

It was the view from the mountaintop

I never could see.

Today's NaPoWriMo.net is to write about money.