I'm Sorry Mom

"But if any provide not for his own, and specially for those of his own house, then he hath denied the faith, and is worse than an infidel" (Timothy 5:8)

She looks at me with eyes of gold

A burden I can not bear but could not live without

Because Newton's law extends to her hopes

A fact she is not blind to

Yet she tries again in vain

The rise and fall have made me seasick

Still, I can not help but take the ride

Lest she bottoms out and stays that way forever

I know one day all my gold will turn to coal

And this is all my doing

I pray for the day the cycle ends

And I can swim in my riches

But it is my touch that turns my wealth to dread

Like a reversed Midas curse

And the coal is piling up now, as I cling to my precious metal

Like the dragons of old, I guard it viciously and to no avail

Yet still she looks at me with eyes of gold

As she tries again in vain