fauxcroft

Times are getting tougher
my monies running out
bills just keep coming in
I need some bailing out
But I know it is not coming
For I never had that luck
For all my hard earned grafting
No one else gives a fuck.

However as the money runs out
My love it does increase
For everyone around me
And others that I meet
My love extends to the environment
And everything on earth
I guess this is more a measure
Of my true and honest worth

So I may die a pauper
and my poems fade away
my thoughts on life
Will go with me along
following to my grave
but as long as I bring something
To even one persons life
then I take comfort in
The fact that it was worth
Bearing my soul
For all the world to see
Because love means so much more to me than all of the money.