and in the end

some people will always be poor.
no matter how much
money they make
or have
it will leave them in the blink
of an eye
and they'll have to start all over
again,
from scratch, from zero.
a dollar burns a hole right
through their pockets.

and the same goes for love,
no matter how many women
or men they sleep with, in
the morning they're all gone.
the lovers add up over the years,
but at some point
they're alone, looking at
themselves in the mirror wondering
who's next. will there even
be a next.
will there be more?