Swapping baseball cards when I was young
Was not a business.
Sentimental value was the only
valid key.
Even up and fair exchange had
nothing whatsoever
To do with money. It just seemed
The way it ought to be.
Values change like seedlings into saplings
into trees.
Quid pro quo grows less important
As the leaves turn brown.
Even up no longer is the goal
Or the safe haven.
Motive turns to greed
Before the leaves come crashing down.
Why is it never quite enough
To reap just what you sow?
Why can't we just be satisfied?
What's wrong with quid pro quo?
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