OnlineBookClub.org

About a natural law,
That when you have a debt you become a slave,
You run away from the people you owe,
You have no jurisdiction to be brave.

About being broke,
You become vulnerable when you borrow,
You can’t afford to laugh at a joke,
When your stomach is hollow.

On being the head of the family,
Your wife may buy food when you don’t have a job,
But deep inside you know it is your responsibility,
And the night you sleep hungry the guilt will make you sob.

Like bad times, good times too do not last,
You might feel comfortable and think you have made it,
But money evaporates fast,
And before you know it you are asking for credit.

There is hope for every bad situation,
Amongst a thousand friends,
One will always give you that attention,
And come to your aid when you reach those uncertain bends.

Never burn the bridge after crossing the river,
The greener grass on the other side may slack,
And when they wither,
You might want to cross back.

You might be like-able,
But no one gives a sh*t about your event.

Its true, nice one

Money always seems to be at the root of everything doesn't it? People say it can't make you happy, but it sure can make you depressed.

I dig the last line, but for the most part nothing new is in this poem - consider putting in further details, specifics.
Lines that have not already been wrote.