More Money

The daily grind

Every month it's
More money for
This and that bill
For life to be still
Every day it's
More Money

I work until
My bones are raw
The bend and creaks
Creak and brake
And still...
It's not enough
More money

I that that if
I could just get sleep
Then I could face
Antoher day..
Of not enough
More Money

But there is work
To do
And bills
To pay
And more things today
Requiring
More money

Author's Note

I am neither a writer or a lover of most poetry. I was just having a bad day.

Reviews

[KillerWithWords]

Good job. I would recommend reading this piece:
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/theprodigalsun/1091092/
It shares the theme of this piece...
Good job though. You let the emotions out wonderfully.