gather me

let me tell you everything

quick drops of this year
in piles
directly on you
untidy files flopped on a desk
loads of everything and nothing
you sort it out.
dig around
gather the scattered
I can’t make sense of it.

you promised to finish this.

Change

I really hate change
It just happens too often
I want to exchange
it for bills just to soften
the impact it has
on my mental health
I can't take the noise as
I jostle my wealth
Most change is useless
Take this for example:
Soda's made progress
A buck's no longer ample
One fifteen I paid
just the previous night
Inflation has made
buying cola a plight
That eighty-five cents
quickly fills up my car
That small change is immense
(Though I could buy a jar)