My finance is getting no better
Fast is thinning my purse
My pocket is now a deep crater
Where money is growing sparse!
Spending what came was my craze
Bucks pouring in didn’t stay
Blissfully forgot the adage
Keep aside for rainy day!
I spent my earn on what not
Bought everything catching eye
Possessed by the only thought
Should spend last penny fore I die!
It had gone like this for years
I went on a spending spree
Till one fine morn in tears
Bade me goodbye the last penny!
Now in old age and low spirit
With money dimming too faint
I can no more be a spendthrift
With my purse’s meager remnant!
Laments soul my unheard muse
If only you had paid me heed
Put all those money to better use
And not just cared for own need!
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 4:21 AM UTC
My finance is getting no better
Fast is thinning my purse
My pocket is now a deep crater
Where money is growing sparse!
Spending what came was my craze
Bucks pouring in didn’t stay
Blissfully forgot the adage
Keep aside for rainy day!
I spent my earn on what not
Bought everything catching eye
Possessed by the only thought
Should spend last penny fore I die!
It had gone like this for years
I went on a spending spree
Till one fine morn in tears
Bade me goodbye the last penny!
Now in old age and low spirit
With money dimming too faint
I can no more be a spendthrift
With my purse’s meager remnant!
Laments soul my unheard muse
If only you had paid me heed
Put all those money to better use
And not just cared for own need!
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