Money Slips Like Water From Her Fingers Poem by Antonio Liao

she must be angry
of money,

the moment money comes
through
for her to hold
she spreads her fingers
and there the money
slips
like water

like her dreams
slipping away
from her mind

slipping away
seems to be her game
i don't know
why she can't help herself
hold on to dreams

or simply to money
and save
a little about her future

now she comes
as poor as a rat

short of money and dreams and plans
she cries

and i tell her, it's nobody's fault

just hers alone