Does it colour everything you do?
Does it represent security
Power, fun or liberty?
Does money make the world go round?
To me it has a hollow sound
It cannot hug, or share a joke
It's not a bath in which we soak
Washing all our cares away;
It makes our good intentions stray
Investments cause us untold stress
The money markets give us less
So we gamble on a good return
And often watch our savings burn
On “Get rich quick” schemes on a hunch
There's no such thing as a free lunch!
Most human actions aren't defined
In financial terms, I find
But if we live within our means
Time cannot limit all our dreams!
(c) Poet in the woods 2015
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