Money

Money

A Poem by Craig Thomas

Money slips through my fingers
in a way I understand
but in spite of all my grasp of dough
I cannot save a grand

I can see where its all going
but haven't got a clue
of how to stop my wasteful ways
It simply will not do

I have too many hobbies
Too many things adore
I buy, I hoard ,I harvest
I order, I collect, I store

I want too many things
Things I simply need
Because when someone else has got one
Inside me plants a seed

So I'm going to change my fabric
and I don't mean buy more clothes
I'm cutting my cloth more suitably
and delivering a suite of nos

I'm going to start tomorrow
It's not a good time today
As I, am currently winning
Three auctions on ebay

© 2011 Craig Thomas


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LOL to your last stanza, This is wonderful and fun. I really enjoyed this write, once gain I love the rhyme scheme and flow.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Craig Thomas
Craig Thomas

Manchester, Whitefield, United Kingdom



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