Earn A Penny, Lose A Day

Earn a penny, lose a day
As the heart turns to clay.
Build a mountain of riches
And climb to the top
But who is there
When you turn and you stop?
Proclaimed as the prophet! Proclaimed as the king!
Sitting and waiting
For what the bankers bring.
A suitcase of money!
A casket of gold!
But no flesh to press when you’re growing old.
Some may be blessed with ten digits in line
But may I forever be cursed with this friendship of mine.

Copyright © 2005 Prabhath Avadhanula