Something I Could Never Truly Own

'Well, it's a fuss. Nothing to care about.

Comes with tons of worry,

I tell you money is a heartfelt burden.

Attaches all anxiety with self than not, more often.'

Says the man upon the stage,

Caused the applause thereafter to enrage.

I went up to him,

Maybe get a chance to meet him,

Or say an unusually influenced hey.

But, dear God, was I astonished by what he'd then say,

Wonder if 6 tiny Sherkels could hit the hay,

In my pouch, while I, dear madam, head to my way.

My mind there certainly was blown

Marvelled at the footprint, deep into the heart, of something could he or myself never truly own.