A Poem by me

I make money when I walk

When I dream, or when talk.

Money comes while I sip tea,

Or when my cat just stares at me.

It floats in with the morning breeze,

And shows up when I paint with ease.

It skips along, it jumps, it spins,

It clinks and clatters, laughs and grins.

I make money while I eat,

While dancing barefoot down the street.

It comes while rocking baby slow,

While sipping drinks and watching crows.

Money loves me, this I know,

It finds me fast, or finds me slow.

It sneaks into my art and play,

It gently shows up every day.

It shows up big, it shows up small,

It doesn’t care how much at all.

(100 bills and coins or finding coins on the ground)

It just flows in without a fight,

By morning, noon, and late at night.

My thoughts are gold, my vibes are high,

Money flows in from the sky!

I don’t chase it—I just be,

And still it shows up easily.