Money, wealth, gold

Currency makes worlds go round

At least that’s what I thought

I grew up rich

Didn’t cook, clean, or soe

Not a single stitch

Not a single woe

I had people for my people

I had bedrooms for my closets

I owned my own steeple

I put up with no nonsense

But soon it all came down

I watched as walls crashed

I watched as it all drowned

I watched as people dashed

. . . All my hard work hit the ground

The stock market crashed

People continued to flee

I, however, couldn’t dash

I was stuck in my sea

My worries increased

So, I took to the street

My mom now deceased

And nothing left to weap