Illusive... © 2022

A poem reflecting money issues these days...

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This illusive thing called money...

Where in the Hell does it go?...

It seems to simply disappear,

and gone before you know...

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You put in time to earn it,

then for it, you must wait...

By the time you finally get it,

bills are piled upon the plate...

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Your wish list is now shrinking...

Your stuff... it all needs fixed...

Yet, by the time that you save some,

taxes jump into the mix...

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You wonder... will it ever end,

as prices just jump higher...

It makes you want to take those bills, 

and throw them in a fire...

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It must be time to take a break...

Take dog out for a walk...

I know that this won't fix a thing...

but it will stop me from my squawk...

...

Panhead Rod 

March 10, 2019

Author's Note

This poem is from my "Gremlins in the dirty Laundry" © 2022 book.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Great meter, great use of rhyming words, plus - a grin start to finish .