It's tough when you think you're a player
but they kick you out of the club
and strip you down layer by layer
to bear their contemptuous snub
You should've remembered that money
is only worth something to those
who welcome you in when it's sunny
but can't wait to cash in your woes.
Are You Reading Me?
4 comments:
Excellent short poem! I'm not much of a poet, but I do enjoy reading it. Happy A-Zing!
"Clubs" for "grown ups" are no different than those of six year olds...
Love your poetry!
Thanks my friends
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