Rainy Day 3

Dad got me a job
And I was doing good at it
For I was still above average
While in school just spoilt.
The pay was good and I still
Had more money from home
I mean from my parents!
The spending spree never stopped
Extravagant lifestyle piling up on me
Sparing little thought to amounts and what-nots
But always helping those in need
As had been instilled by the mother.

'Life can't be all like this'
Said a friend once.
'It is either it goes in a jiffy
Or you die young at this rate
You are going.' quoth he.
'You care too much about the world
Life is meant to be enjoyed
We work for the money
So we have to spend it
Spend it cos another of equal or
More in proportion will come.' Saith I.
'But at least save for the rainy day.'
'There is no rainy day
There is no need to save cos
The house is already filled.' Said I.
So adamant and stubborn
Was the fiendish spirit in me...(2 be cont'd)