Lines of worry,
Crisscross on forehead,
Like national highways,
On a national map,
Thanks to the
Rapidly decreasing balance,
After boarding, lodging,
Eating and commutation,
I can only subsist
With whatever spare remains.
Trust me, living on dad’s money
Was easy.
But living on my own
Is not.
Every single penny
Spent from my pocket
Matters now.
Makes me think; Makes me plan.
Like today.
I have no inclination
To press that
Withdrawal button.
But the queue is growing
And its already my turn.
God! 25th is still a good 20 days away.
A loud voice from the deep recess of heart
"Earning is not enough"
A separate matter remains though
That only earning is not enough
And yet another
That earning is never enough
Love Wordsworth:)
ReplyDeleteI completely understand this sentiment:
ReplyDelete"Trust me, living on dad’s money
Was easy.
But living on my own
Is not."
I kind of blogged about that notion this week. But anyways, lovely words!
Thank you so much. It is heartening to hear such kind words.
DeleteYes I can certainly relate - it is such a strain when there's not enough to make it by on
ReplyDeleteThank you Sam. It is good to have your company.
DeleteIt is very hard to learn to balance your spending with your income. I love the way you wrote this.
ReplyDeleteThank you Deana :) I hope someday I will strike that balance :)
DeleteOh, this is so true. It always goes out faster than it does coming in. I don't even really look forward to pay day anymore. That just means I have to pay the bills and realize there is nothing left after that.
ReplyDeleteGuess I am going to toe the same line very soon :)
DeleteThank you so much Ruth