The matter of money

For those with less of it

In the matter of money

There is a wide chasm

Between the head and the heart

Difficult to bridge

By logic

Heart wins at a cost

Of pockets lightened

As the pocket gets lighter

Heart gets heavier

And head weeps lonely

Everything is not fair

In the matter of money

No reason to cover my head

I had no say in the beginning
Neither did I chose where to be
Do not care where and when it will end
Will deal with the hand that was dealt to me

Life’s a stage that I will stride alone
Supporting actors may be many
Invisible director may be pulling the string
My performance not comparable to any

Why should I be ashamed of my act
I am not indebted to anyone
Not the one who may be pulling the string
It’s me who controls what’s being done

Survive or thrive, does it matter
What matters that I’m here and now
I will keep rowing the boat
Until the time comes to take my final bow

Answers to an unknown past and future
Neither going to ask nor required
Will perform my act to my best
There is no shame in failure
No euphoria in success
What matters that I exit
Being true to myself
No reason to cover my head