she must be angry <br />of money, <br /> <br />the moment money comes <br />through <br />for her to hold <br />she spreads her fingers <br />and there the money <br />slips <br />like water <br /> <br />like her dreams <br />slipping away <br />from her mind <br /> <br />slipping away <br />seems to be her game <br />i don't know <br />why she can't help herself <br />hold on to dreams <br /> <br />or simply to money <br />and save <br />a little about her future <br /> <br />now she comes <br />as poor as a rat <br /> <br />short of money and dreams and plans <br />she cries <br /> <br />and i tell her, it's nobody's fault <br /> <br />just hers alone<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/money-slips-like-water-from-her-fingers/
