ODE TO MONEYLENDERS

ODE TO MONEYLENDERS Oh, what designs can one possess Lending succour to those with naught Such desperate need one must confess And how hard one must have fought When courtesy has no more currency With those to whom one is indebted And there is a sad loss of coherency Then additional loans must be netted Limited choices never were the best Yet lenders all may seem attractive In selecting just one from all the rest One does have to be quite proactive Yet each time, the first steps are easy Later payments getting ever harder Mounting dues can make one queasy It can be hunger and an empty larder Interest becomes the pound of flesh With debts spiralling out of control Raw need and sympathy never mesh As timely repayment is ever the goal Whether institutional or private loan More than money may be involved Property as capital soon sets the tone And any timely exit is rarely solved Pleasant outcomes appear quite rare Borrowing is always a slippery slope With risk of ending in a pit of despair And yet for some, there is still hope