in life
we grow up,
have a little fun.
but then
as hard as bricks
it hits us:
money lust.
it rules our lives,
pushing us to work.
controlling us.
filling us with greed.
eventually,
we lose who we were
and become slaves
to money.
and then
before we know it
we’re old
and it still haunts us
until one day
we are finally
set free.
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A fine write Anon.
thank you very much!
"Money is the root of all evil" A fine right and i really enjoy it.I would like to see more poems and I liked how you did not use capital letters at all.Goes to my favourites without question.
Alex.
thank you alex that means a lot!
:))
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