Poem #3: Money
A poem to acknowledge the cost of living crisis.
Seldom I get something new
Money is far and few
Between the fines
Unforseen costs be landmines
It's almost a crime
That while I write this rhyme
There are people worse off than I
But no matter your share of the pie
I hope you make it by
Remember, no amount of money
Bought a second of time
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