Money Bags
Dark circles cradle her eyes
enlarged they turn grey
when will she realize
as she hustles everyday
when it's in her hands it sours
still there's no sanitizer
to remove the stain that devours
the sweetness left to the analyzer
I lose no sleep anymore
I've come to peace with my desire
yet she thinks of this green evermore
and wakes up every hour to acquire
she gets her assistance from friends
and family as well
when she cleans her face the tear ascends
out of eyes that swell
I wish her not for richness brags
but for abundance instead
sleep well my little money bags
for her my heart has bled
*This poem is about a friend of mine. It's not about me.
Copyright © Angela Crabtree | Year Posted 2021
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