End of Month

Counting the time,
 Counting the days — 
 I can’t believe
 It’s already the end of the month.

I have no clue
 How to survive.
 My wallet is crying,
 My e-money’s running dry.

As I walk the road,
 I see so many faces
 Struggling to find work
 In this weary economy.

But even in hardship,
 I still believe
 There’s something to be grateful for — 
 Even in the smallest things.
 The month may end,
 but hope doesn’t run on a paycheck.