Book of Poetry

Financial Burdens

I thought I had everything figured out,
Then I turn around,
And my money is in a downward spiral.
Where is it going now?

First it ran after the hot cocoa
That I just had to have,
Then it ran in the direction of shoes
That I found in an ad.

Soon I fear I might as well
Let go of all control.
My money is slipping away from me,
Then I won't have any at all.