“Money Matters”

  

c. 2026 Rod Ice

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(11-26)

 

 

Money matters when starting the race

Young and restless, keeping the pace

Only years later will the truth be revealed

When a need to stay current, loses its appeal

Money matters when the rest is a cinch

Gaining ground easily, by miles in a pinch

But through the slow crawl, that comes on with age

It becomes more self-evident, to turn the page

Turn the page

 

Money matters when bills take the lead

And concerns over keepsakes continue to breed

But when physical decline, comes boldly to call

Suddenly, those worries sputter and stall

Money matters when counting coins is quick

With assets towering to the height of a yardstick

But getting out of bed is a better goal to seek

A primary point when growing old, and weak

Old, and weak

 

Money matters when pockets are filled

And one may delight in prosperous skills

But the treasure most golden is one with no cost

A fleeting vibration, that soon will be lost

Money matters to the misers of wealth

A convenient target, when disposed to good health

But late in the circle, life pales from its glow

And the weariness comes like a seasonal snow

A seasonal snow

 

Money matters to the ones who forsake

The arrangement of candles, on a birthday cake

They dream of investments in sliver and such

With a reward that is stale, and cold to the touch

Money matters when the cadence is swift

When the stride to tomorrow is unlikely to shift

Yet when the sundowners take a place on the throne

Then they will greet that ascension, alone

That ascension alone

 

Money matters when the head rules the heart

When friends and affection have drifted apart

But with common causes bringing up new concerns

There will be a stoic lesson, to study and learn

Money matters when the fingers are strong

Tapping at keys that click a rhythm of song

That pleasure will last, until it does not

And then will come a reckoning, right on the spot

Right on the spot

 

Money matters when the wind favors flight

Until there arrives, the darkness of night

An hour, long predicted, by prophets of old

A reality that rocks the sturdiest soul

Money matters, when there is nothing to fear

Adding up accounts, accrued over the years

But the bank vault goes empty, when eyes grow dim

And the bottom-line yields are simply wages of sin

Wages of sin

 

Money matters when the baby is birthed

And baptized as an infant, by a prefect at church

That act will resound till the body is bent

And the cost of endurance is an inheritance, spent

Inheritance, spent

 

Money matters, before the hands turn to stone

Arthritic and numb, brittle tendons and bones

That change is a message to take care and protect

What little remains, what little is left

Money matters, to those who take as a game

A bean-counter’s duty to give riches a name

Numbering naught, as if it were a success

Despite the suspicion that it fails to impress

Fails to impress

 

Money matters when above board, and ground

Waiting for royalties that are coming around

But upon the eve, of a slap to the face

A curse of confusion will arise, in its place

Money matters when the feet nearly fly

Like Mercury, running from mountain to sky

Yet with the grand gait of a bloodline, no more

There will be a portent, of what lies in store

What lies in store

 

Money matters when finishing the contest

No further debate over which path is best

The end of a jog from the start to its end

The passing of an era that won’t visit, again

Money matters when the spirit is smart

When cautious naysayers are urged to depart

But waiting in the wings, is a reaper in his pose

With a mission in mind, to bring life to a close

Bring life to a close