Wasted Years
By Ashley O’Hare
I thought my bank account
would tell me when I was rich.
Eventually I would see enough zeroes
and my life would be complete.
But when the dollar signs
flooded my screen,
I saw no improvement
in my life and daily routines.
I would trade every cent
for an ounce of happiness,
for a moment of bliss—
to feel content with a day at the beach.
But I have wasted years
chasing the money.
My heart feels empty
and satisfaction is out of reach.