Money Poem by Velma Veleau Ridley

Money is hard to come by these days
Waiting days out for the next time I get paid
Walking to work even though my feet hurt
No one to ask me how I feel or what they can do to make it better
Like rubbing my back with a feather or buying me a high priced leather

Money is hard to come by these days
When all you can afford are oddles nd noddles and bread
A peanut butta and jelly sandwich every now and than to get feed

But I thank the Lord for the roof over my head and the
Clothes on my back
Cause if it weren't for him I wouldn't have none of that