the Making of Poetic ‘money’

A line could come as such: “Money, make me…lesser and more it comes”. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the strange way our life revolves around money. We might love to deny it.

From when our parents enrolled us in some kindergarten (hoping we grow old enough to pay them back) to when we ourselves start struggling in life to make a head way, it all around that nothingness paper –money.

“It makes or break, heals and seals…” I want to be expressive and emotional in this poem like no other. Reflecting on our I’ve come along with money, the times I have and the times I didn’t have. How, I’m coming to terms with the inverse relationship of money and satisfaction.

I’m hoping my procrastinating self would not get the better of me on this.

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