In the solitary depths, my soul does dwell,
A poet's elegy, a melancholy spell,
Forlorn, I lament, for fortunes cast aside,
The lack of funds that leave my dreams untied.

Oh, dearth of wealth, a bitter, somber tune,
Depriving my desires like a thief in the moon,
With empty pockets and pockets of despair,
I yearn for prosperity, as dreams lie bare.

In this world's theater, I remain estranged,
Bound by the chains, where coins are exchanged,
A sorrowful ballad of unmet needs,
As scarcity's...