What does money really mean to you?
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