HOLE IN MY POCKET

I did not know you were digging a hole in my pocket,

Each time I was with you,

I used you with lavish items,

No thought of keeping you for a rainy day crossed my mind,

I used you even more wherever I went,

The hole you were digging eventually became big,

To grant you safe passage out,

I still did not feel the hole in my pocket,

You got out but still hang around,

Hoping I would change my ways,

Ultimately you grew tired of being wasted,

And slowly started developing wings,

Now you have matured into a big bird,

Flying inside other people’s pockets,

As I wait for your return my big bird,

How I long for your return my dear money,

I know we will be allies this time.