If words were currency, I’d be rich.
Though, a wealth of words is still a bitch.
Even as you toil mining them out;
Each debit of hope, credits a doubt.
Faithfully, I, arrange them each day.
Ordered intently with truth to say.
Many insightful messages shared.
My profit’s relief & few have cared.
I get what I need from creation.
Still, I’d not snub remuneration.

