The StoryTeller

In the ledger of life where numbers entwine,
Emerges a tale of struggle as dollars decline.
Paychecks arrive in fleeting delight,
Yet rent and bills devour the night.

The table’s hunger sits in silent plea,
As coins slip away like leaves from a tree.
Rhe symphony of bills hold a relentless tune,
As if echoes of worry to the quietest of rooms.

A budget jigsaw, a puzzle unsolved,
For the labyrinth of needs, my heart is involved.
How to balance the scales? An impossible art,
With the weight of survival tearing my soul apart.

But in the dance of hardship, resilience must prevail,
My spirit undaunted, determination my sail.
Through the tempest of financial strain,
Hope flickers on as my beacon to the rain!

In the amber grasp of Autumn’s hand,
When leaves like whispers softly land,
A tapestry of gold and red,
This season’s song is by nature led.

The sun retreats with fleeting grace,
Shorter days left to embrace,
A symphony of twilight’s call,
As dusk descends, and shadows sprawl.

The air grows crisp in sharp breath,
The herald of impending death,
Yet, in the chill, by beauty’s birth,
A canvas painted for the earth.

As branches shed their summer’s gown,
The world transforms, a quiet town,
In every leaf that takes its flight,
A metaphor for fleeting sight.

The aging sun, in somber grace,
Reflects the lines upon each face,
A mirror to our mortal strife,
By Autumn’s dance, an ending life.

In seas afar, where the wild winds blow,
A fisherman sails through ebbs and flows.
The creak of the timbers, the spray in the air,
He battles the elements, a life most unfair.

Loneliness whispers through the crashing waves,
Broken by ‘gulls crying from their oceanic caves.
The vastness around him, his silent despair,
Steers through the solitude, a man without care.

The searing sun beats down on the brim of his hat,
A relentless companion, for ever burning in spat.
With hands on the wheel, weathered and strong,
He weathers the storm in sailor’s song.

Salty air stings as the saltwater sprays,
A dance with the sea in the sun’s withering blaze.
Yet in the heart of the tempest, he finds his reprieve,
A fisherman’s life, a testament to believe.