The Club of One

​So much for living the good life
My money is now gone
I thought the stream was endless
But I was so very wrong
It’s not that I’m dead broke
And lost my very last dime
But two dimes rubbed together
Don’t equate to a Colorado gold mine
Without money at this age
Is not where I want to be
It rattles my brain and scrambles my mind
Because I can no longer play
With my circle of friends
I guess it is all about money
I guess this is where these friendships end
But that’s ok with me

I never belonged…lacked pedigree
I’m more of a common man
Who lucked out until today
Once I could buy into any club
As along as the members looked away
I think I will start my own club
Defined by a separate set of rules
I will have but only one member

I will be the chiefdom
I will be the man…I will be the Sergeant at Arms
I will be who and what I can
Knowing that no one will be lining up at my door
Cost of membership…one single cent…and not a penny more
My club will be restricted
It won’t let just anyone in
It will be a secret club
Without a beginning or an end
A club I now will belong to
As I sit in my parlor alone
I guess I’m still one lucky man
They still haven’t taken my home
So it is what it is and will be what it will be
The next time I earn a cent
It’ll not be taken from me