Money, Money, Money

by Aiko (Dreamsurfer)   Aug 5, 2020


It's not GOD,
It's just a tool.
Like a spanner or comb,
We use it,
Not worship it.
When someone despises me,
Because I do not have a lot of it,
I laugh inwardly:
Mere pieces of paper and numbers.
Money is not my master,
It comes and goes.

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  • 3 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    How true.. Money cannot buy happiness. People who look down on others because they have less money or possessions are usually very insecure and rarely gifted with true happiness. Milly x

    • 3 years ago

      by Aiko (Dreamsurfer)

      True, Milly! Money is not even Happiness, it's how we use it. The superrich also die or lose their beloved and leave it all behind...

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