Not a big name
Written in the stars
No fancy houses
No flash cars;
Fame and fortune
Poor bedfellows,
Winds of change blow
Through ghostly bellows;
Collecting wealth
Greedy obsessions,
Self-centred ways
Vast depressions;
Grasping and groping
Aquiring from birth,
Never really knowing
Their true worth;
Don't give me money
Don't regard me above,
For my peace of mind
Just give me love.
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Author:
Paul Gerard Reed (
Offline) - Published: June 24th, 2025 04:35
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Comments1
Great message in a catchy and nice rhyme. Lovely
Dear Sorenbarrett, Thank you as ever for your kind comments, they are very much appreciated. Best wishes, Paul.
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