They always looked at me funny.
Cause I never really cared for money.
Don’t have much - must be a dummy.
But all that I need comes from up above me.
Joke’s on me, no joke’s on you.
They’re the Ones that get me through.
Turned my dark skies new shades of blue.
Reminding me I’m not money’s fool.
No competition, we could all win.
Living in a world free of money, sadness and sin.
Ear to ear out elders and children would grin.
Sharing secrets long since hidden.
~I.S.~
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Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
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I consider myself wealthy when I look at the gifts of the natural environment, sadly under threat. We are all too focused on money. It is not the be all and end all. I like where my mind drifted reading you. Have a lovely day.
Thank you for your time and comment, you also!
He provides all our needs.
Indeed!
🙏 all you need comes from above! Beautiful
Thank you!
They say money is the root of all evil. But it costs nothing to smile. 😊
Yes, and it's free to be a good person!
Sadly, some will want to get paid for it. I don't expect they'll get rich anytime soon. 🙄
Superb work. Money isn't everything.
It's severly and sadly distorted our reality.
Thank you!
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