M O N E Y

though it is rooted upon supposed evil, the fruits of my labour are consequential. shall I weap off not having a penny, or should I rejoice of having plenty? granted is the will to make hasty decisions, 'drink up, don't slow down', said blurry visions. sober minds take full responsibility, adulthood applauds instant flexibility. when treated well, rewards are many, it gives me pleasure to receive a twenty. wishes to share, bear in mind, regardless, though life decided to pause the process. it hurts me not to wait again in hopes, for it will visit, to bless me in envelopes. 22 July 2022 Sponsored by Regina McIntosh 'JOY' Poetry contest