Poem XI

Time moves fast, but I'm paying up so slow

I'm a bit in a hurry

because of my little Thirdy.

I can't wait to pay them all up

I can't wait for all these notices to stop.

But how many more months?

and how many more years?

Before I could sleep without any fears.

But all I ever want to say

Is I've got one down today

And I've only got two more to go

So I don't mind even if I'm slow.

Poem X

The road to financial freedom is tough

I have to pay up my debts, man, it’s rough!

Every day I think of ways

So I can make up for my foolish days.

I have to earn, I have to save.

It’s tough but I have to be brave.

I regret my young, impulsive decisions,

My vain, materialistic inclinations.

I have no choice but to face

The consequence of my once crazy days.