but it’s jist the way the days press in,
each coin hingin like a weight on the breath.
I keep my haun on the purse no for greed,
but because the world is aye takin,
an thrift is the only shield I’ve left.
but it’s jist the way the days press in,
each coin hingin like a weight on the breath.
I keep my haun on the purse no for greed,
but because the world is aye takin,
an thrift is the only shield I’ve left.