Will there ever be enough?
Just when the pot of silver fills up to the top, and you believe you might have succeeded in getting there, the plug is pulled.
And standing at the spout with his bucket ready is the hungry troll.
His eyes leering, boney hands dipping greedily into what was yours, and into what you earned.
Promises of giving back are shouted as he runs away shrieking excitedly into the woods, clicking his heals together.
Your pot bare, his promises empty.
There are people to pay, food to buy, supplies to find, but nothing left in the pot to purchase it with.
The troll says he left you enough.
While he laughs from atop his mountains of gold and silver.
But there’s never enough.