Rich to poor

It’s a spiral down

That’s for sure

Common news: You’ve lost that crown

A curse with no cure

Oh, to see the world

From this side up

And how quick the world curls

When you’re no longer on the ride up

The taste of what it was

Remains but the banquet’s gone

Time to do what you suppose

But stay prisoner in the bygone

And new knowledge gained

About friends who loved the tapestry

But somehow became

The colour of the upholstery

They tell you they’re sorry

A voice you hear without a face

They tell you how much they worry

And how soon they’ll be around the place

You wait and what you see is the hollow

You were what filled it whole

Once rich in a dark tunnel they follow

Now poor, they steal what’s left of your soul

Because money is on the coat stand hanger

Waiting to be taken at the drop of a hat

Coat hanger all barren; questions hung with no answer

You had it then you don’t and that’s that.