Money

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Money
Money
Cannot satisfy.
Funny
Then that men should die
Fighting
For a golden gain;
Finding
Only lonely pain.
Broken
Is the holy trust;
Woken
To the empty dust.
Glory
That’s not worth the cost.
Sorry
For the chances lost.
Funny
That we take no heed.
Money
Is not what we need.

For-

Riches
Are a gaping tomb
Which is
Ever full of room
For the
Foolish soul to fill.
Worth a
Golden life to kill.
Or when
You think wealth is bliss
Fortune
Consumes all of this.
Love it
And it steals your sleep.
Covet
And you will not keep.
Riches
Are a yawning trap
Which is
Why you must escape.

How –

Content
Is the man without
Content
That would burn him out.
Conscience
That is clean and whole
Will chance
To make light the soul.
Courage
To brave poverty
Forage
For nobility.
Losing
Makes the weaker strong.
Choosing
Deep life over long.
Rather
Than of gold to be:
Gather
Sweet morality.
Content
Will not last the grave.
Content
To be poor and brave.


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  1. Hence rises the question: surely one can be rich and brave as well! (Jk jk)
    I absolutely love how you played with formatting in this poem, creating a jump from two syllables to five each line, and it creates a broken but coherent structure that works marvelously! :D

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    1. Ehehe, yeaaaah, I know. I didn't really write the poem to cover all aspects of money, just show how harmful it can be. Your point is most valid. ;)

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