Money maybe emotionless
But it controls mine really well
The moment I hear about it
Every atom just vibrates in flight
To think, it makes no sense
A bit of printing does all this
If I could truly wish upon a wish
It would be for my print to do this
Change the emotions
Make the world go round
Show I am successful
Or giving life to a sound
Most of all show
Money is the problem
Not the solution
Just making it worse
I could do this or that
Reality is just becoming
paper and loopholes
We degrade all in this world
To nothing more than tit for tat
I've had enough of justifying myself
I take no more than I need
I give all that's available to give
I no longer fear what you'll do to me
While I try to change my tune of life
Others hear the old or what they want
Never knowing the truth of who we are
All loving compassionate creatures
Without the desire for greed or gold
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Author:
Poetic Dan (
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Comments3
In a perfect world yes. You summed up money quite nicely.
Mugsdaddy
I am slowly creating that world for myself! sadly I'll not have the full freedom till my kids are older enough, that me and their mother don't have the need for printing debate!
Being a child of the 50's and 60's, your poem brought up memories of the Hippie movement, love is everything, living off the land. A time when the worth of a man was measured not in pieces of silver, but in love and hard labor.
Great to hear the words of the energy you project my friend. Time goes in cycles but never the same, so I thank that generation for kicking this off!
I pride myself in those last to words of yours
Can not recall who wrote the line "I am so poor, the only thing left is money". On the contrast, there is a famous line in the movie "golden fiddles" went like this " we are not poor, we just don't have money".
Great writing.
Very true, thanks for being in the same page. May we begin to write the new!
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