Money
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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Hence rises the question: surely one can be rich and brave as well! (Jk jk)
ReplyDeleteI 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
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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