If only money did grow on trees
I could drag myself off the floor
Off my knees
All I need is a slice of luck
A small windfall so I'm out of the muck
Can't answer the door, won't answer the phone
Need to answer in case it's the loan
But what are the chances of that happening hey?
We seem to get screwed every day
So impatient for their money
But what about my struggles, my hurry?
Quickly need a loan, quickly need a home
No-one's on our side, we're all alone
The Money Tree – Tall trees growing from the 'Wall Street' area of Bryce Canyon National Park. With permission from the National Park Service.
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Mental Notes
PoetryI started to write poetry to get me through some difficult years as a teenager and young adult. Looking back, writing helped me through a period of depression, only recognized some years later. With writing, once the words hit the paper, they lost t...
