It's their love that grew shallow for me.
Envy became their love for me.
People auditioned for actresses.
My heart was big; money was the scale for it.
I chased, hoping it would all still—
and all was here, written, felt,
but not forgotten.
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Author:
Samuel Potsane (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 6th, 2026 16:11
- Comment from author about the poem: Have money you will feel my words, see why I'm not explaining it.
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Comments1
Money a curse for if any know you have it they feel you should give them some and if not you are cheap, greedy, uncaring and just plain mean. People will treat you like royalty until you don't give them what they expect. You never know who your true friends are. Well said
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