Money

Money

Most of us would respect a man today,
By the money he has earned,
Little realising money is man made,
A small fire could have all of it burned.

Oh! the wheels of fortune I would positively say,
Do happen to turn round and round,
Well you would agree,some do get lucky,
Those who don't fall and hit the ground.

We know as we are born,so shall we die,
Yet money,no money all of us wail and cry,
Right to our graves,we would cheat and lie,
For the thirst of money,who could deny?

Yet what do we take,with us to the grave?
Nothing! we all know in our heart it's true,
We live our lives blind to all the wrong we do,
For money we crave,both me and you.

Darryl