The dentist sits alone at night
Counting teeth with all his might
No fairy in his youth did come
No silver dollar with morning light
His tooth, taken by another’s hand.
Now he has more to place beneath
His pillow white. Each morning
A silver bright dollar he did find.
Who placed it there in dead of night?
He does not care. Just to see the dollar
Bright, fills him with youthful
Memories, sheer delight…
©Anita Dawes
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