Money

mother earth, an orbit, spin while, upon her skin, we try to win a living, we scratch, peck and grift unless, silver spoon, born, a gift for all our lives, the goal, we seek a fund, retirement, week on week we look for silver or gold or green the more we find, the more we preen we pamper and primp, and spend and spend the green we earn, is gone, no end the alarm bell rings, rise and work the week rolls on, we toil and grind green day nears, anticipation, we find reason gone, the need, the urge it must be spent, saved, no, purge the vault, empty, silent, the norm another day, we work, true to form Repetition, around and around the days flow, one on one, same sound the golden years approach, did we save where we clever, or did we wave goodbye to comfort, an elder year of bliss for in our youth, golden is a long way amiss we know not, we live for now, we blow it all and wonder why, cold, forlorn, peniless, small so save, bank, society, keep for no-one wants a cold final sleep