The Dollar on the Door

Traveling is what I do.
But now I’ve stopped.
Money is not always ours until we spend it
Exchanging, swapping.
But now I’ve stopped.
Sitting upon a doorway
It’s not what I should do.
I should be giving gifts,
Donations.
Some may mean dearly to them,
But now I’ve stopped.
Something people fight for.
Golden.
But not.
But now I’ve stopped.
I’ve heard conversations,
I’ve watched movies,
Saw kids play,
And smelt fresh food,
But now I’ve stopped being me.