Upon this page I pen a list
Of all the glories I have missed
But top this list with anxieties
And rue the glory through insobriety
The first line is devoted to money
Because though we have evolved through history
We are ensnared in the evils of the currency
That can buy love and does bring happiness
For who is starving but joyful?
Do the poor sing sincere thanks for disease
That could have been cured with the raise
Denied the wage earner last quarter?
Another line goes to people
Who are cruel, ignorant, and evil
Yet have surpassed you on line one
Making them no better, but happier
Then comes anxiety on line three
Because you've lost yourself in line two
By struggling to get too far too fast
Because you believe you belong on line one
Line four is a line of love
that cannot be made without the time
Devoted on line three
Because of lines two and one
Line five is the misery
You probably feel right now
Or have sometime in the past
Because of lines four, three, two and one
We would like to tell ourselves
That line six is the most important
Faith will save us in the end
From misery, love, anxiety, people, and money.
But the kindness of faith
Has a high price tag
That is only bought
By lines five, four, three, two and one
Because you are still buried
Somewhere around line three
Having faith that your miserable love life
Will somehow make you a rich person
And there you are on the bridge
The money you desire blocked by the people you hate
A miserable love life behind you
And faith is all that keeps you going
It may seem like there is no hope
Chances are you are stuck on line three
Of a simple, six-word list
That you never wanted to write
But it keeps things in perspective
And you have faith it will work out in the end