Like Water, Like Worth

Water moves without asking permission,

slips through hands with quiet precision.

Money moves the same unseen way,

gone by night if wasted by day.

A river taught this lesson long ago,

what keeps moving continues to grow.

Blocked too tight, it floods the land,

left ignored, it turns to sand.

A cup left running soon runs dry,

an open wallet learns the same reply.

Small drops lost do not feel loud,

yet time makes loss uncomfortably proud.

Control is not force, it is direction.

a choice repeated with calm intention.

Turn the tap, plan the spend,

guide the flow from start to end.

Scarcity warns with an honest tone,

use what exists, not what is owned.

Abundance asks a harder skill,

knowing when enough is still enough... still.

Pipes are built so homes can last,

rules are built so the future holds fast.

Nothing here is meant to hoard,

only managed, shared, and stored.

Picture hands steady, not clenched tight,

letting value pass, but guiding its flight.

Water and money mirror the same truth:

what is respected returns as proof.

The lesson is simple, the action is clear,

watch what flows, and why it's here.