The End of the Rainbow

The End of the Rainbow

Poem by Iris Carden

If gold's found at the end of the rainbow,
let me tell you my friend,
I'll be the person who's searching
over at the other end.

I sometimes dream of what I'd do
if I had lots of money to spend.
But a lifetime of struggle has taught me,
I can't expect the struggle to end.

There are people I'd want to help
who I know are doing it tough.
There's so much I'd love to achieve.
It's not about getting more stuff.

Of course there's things I could buy
to make life easier for me.
I could make my home accessible
as my body moves less freely.

But there's no pot of gold I know of,
no genie offering a wish.
I pay my bills and have food to eat.
Life could be much worse than this.

I still daydream of all I could do,
if I gained sufficient money,
to support those I know need help,
with financial security for me.