No photo, as Iām still waiting for my cards, but here it goes!
The chains were held by banking kings,
Wrapped tight around my purse
I paid for cash and other things,
My wealth became my curse.
But soon I left in hopes to find,
A place to hold my coin,
I tried them all - no peace of mind!
And no where else to join.
That's when I found the rainbow door
That opened as I reached
This magic land, this blessed floor,
Inside I heard the speech
They spoke of trust, "A bank who's just!"
I could no longer hold
This voice inside, and so I cried,
"Please hold my purse of gold!"