In a rusty frame, <br /> on a dusty shelf, <br /> lies a little secret, <br /> I keep all to my self, <br /> I may not have a penny, <br /> but I'm richer than most, <br /> for each day I am reminded, <br /> by that old picture's ghost.<br /><br />Jonathan Crouch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/picture-s-ghost/
