So life still clocking
It never fails to make it real
When you find you are going broke
Where is the money when you need it?
Years of back bending
Mind cracking up ideas
Fingers do the talking
Yet the money goes hiding
Live a simple life
With the means in your disposal
You can't go comparing with others
You never find your happiness
I still yearn my kampong life
Those years of easy living
Don't want to learn anything
about life outside the village
Yet time moves on
Villages disappear
Into the world
The eyes opening
The money talking
Lots of it
The pension fund
For old age when bones are shaky
When eyes are dim when mind is weak
At least there is something to fall on
Else sleeping on the board walk
So learn a little of finance
Learn why one getting broke
Smile a little though you may want to cry
It is just normal seeing days uneven flow
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