THE BUCK NEVER STOPS
By james a. galgano
The buck never steps where you drop it.
Sometimes it is picked up by someone you don't even know.
But at least they will spend it so others can survive.
After one dollar spend is spent over again in some economic nosedive into tomorrow.
Where others may use it to buy something they need while others will use it to bet to make a million to pay to pay off all they borrowed.
The plight of having or needing money is lost on those who have too much of it to care.
For the buck never stays when you drop it moves on even when you are not even there.
Sort if like an Adam Smith ballet where money is lost to those who need it but it is never forthcoming.
Thus, we are left trying to earn more of it to pay our bills before the bill collector comes running to our door.
While we scurry to work and pay what we need before they take away all.
Such is the game we play each day where no one wins but with so much to lose we must continue to play.
Until tomorrow comes with the miracle statement upon our slip _PAID_.
YOU ARE READING
the buck never stops (here)
PoetryTHE BUCK NEVER STOPS By james a. galgano The buck never steps where you drop it. Sometimes it is picked up by someone you don't even know. But at least they will spend it so others can survive. After one dollar spend is spent over again in some eco...
