Money she spends

Money she spends

Money burned her fingers,

She would spend, spend, spend,

No thought of tomorrow,

No care, none to lend.

Coins would jingle,

Notes would fly,

Gone in a blink,

Like clouds in the sky.

A new dress, a feast,

A trinket, a toy,

Each purchase a moment

Of reckless joy.

But as days passed,

Her hands felt bare,

Money burned her fingers,

and then none was there.