Where Money Fails

Our poet is befuddled in real time,
He walks the street with a surge of mental current
' sees a man, in age; prime
"Good morning sir," he mutters in verbal torrent
"Would you mind if I got you a drink?"
Oh no my son, was the old man's response,
I just did, but the shop-keeper won't take a dime
There is abundance of Fin' that've made me shrink
I seek for whom to give, than from whose wallet to mime
So unshocking was the old man's talk
For this poet had experienced same; earlier today
"But sure there could be something you'll need
Some slice of bread, a transport home, a pet to breed, some vacation - paid"
Oh yes my son, was the honest 'ply
I need alot, this one thing's sure
A little lad eager to fly,
Or just some lass- no pain endure
I'll get all expense fully paid
There's bulk of cash in every place I've laid.

Disappointed, too sad to think,
He's got so much wishing to spend
Every's got much; money's at ' end
But comes a lady lovely on pink
"Alas" he screams "a lass need's ' save"
Flinging his blue suit back on board
He takes a few stroll- first no word
"Would you mind a drink" polite as knave
Or some nice meal, no "no" he thought,
She smiled and beckoned; 'lead the way,'
Harply his heart for one meal bought,
Will soar so glad, in joy ' would lay
For every's got much more than need'
No need for needs, just one to pay heed.
When meal time's over and smile's on every's lip
He searches his wallet,
Something seem fast to flip
This lass ' just dropped a dialect
'All expenses ' on my bill.'
Angry but framing just some smile,
He stares at her; "stop the joke,"
"I had you come for lunch today, 'cause I wished for someone on whom to spend"
"Sorry my dear," the lass replied,
I've sought that too, not a one could ' bend
Was glad for a chance to spend on you.

So our poet walks the street with her,
Just praying - not for a morsels bite
"Oh Lord in Heaven's height; I plea,
Just for some persons deep in need
Our world filled up, none is in need
And every's seeking on whom to spend."

Would such times on Earth really ever come?