MONEY

Money comes, money goes

It brings clothes, it brings shoes

The reason for our might, the reason for our woes

The reason for friends, the reason for foes

Money comes in gold, paper, and plastic

It makes many sway in its music

It takes us to fantasies and gives thrills

It makes real, many dreamy frills

Money sheds for most their every tear

It can buy all; one may say but I say it cannot

Money can’t buy the love of mother or brother

Money can’t, my dear, give the peace for a lifetime

It can’t buy death, though it can buy a gun

It can buy a medicine, but can’t really give life

Yet, my friends and dear ones, I say this

Money, to get is substantial if not more

To make pleasures and passions come true

To make the holiday’s funny and travel easy

Money, for some buys food, makes them feel good

Money makes even in tragedy a blissful mood