Money isnt everything Poem, by RSM, at My poetic side

The beauty of a falling star, as space and time begins anew,

My love it travels oh so far, to get me through.

Without you lingering by my side, the truth is all but hid,

Mine ears hear echoes in the tides, my eyes to blackness bid.

I'll wander listening to a stone, its silence oh quite wise.

Its heavy though its shine like gold, its elements cant die.

I'll mine the silver from the earth, and gold will fall from trees.

And shinny rocks will lose their worth in the economies reprieve.

The faith of money stays in deepest pockets of mankind.

For surely natures touch of money will slowly then remind.

That money is just not everything, within this wotlrld so vain.

But love and virtue settling, in the hearts to nor disdain.

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Money isnt everything