Paper
What good is all of my work?I'm searching for advice
Of what value is my time?
What about sacrifice?
Some say that the one who dies
With the most things has won
Tell me please, what good are these
If your life's come and gone?
I gave my love to money
And things a thief could rob
I based my life on pleasures
And on my lousy job
Don't count all these as riches
Like things that can be sold
Don't put your faith in money
Or on silver or gold
Yet there is a nice smell to
The money in my hand
And the more I thought of it
The greater my demand
Money is only paper
It seems harmless at first
Yes, it's useful at its best
But obsessed at its worst
I was obsessed with money
And it became my god
It seemed treason to reason
That my idol was flawed
Neatly printed rectangles
Of green pieces of paper
Stacks of cash gone in a flash
Vanishing like a vapor
I must turn my life around
But will I follow through?
I confess, my life's a mess
I'm sorry I hurt you
My obsession with money
Really needed to taper
When I die, will I still cry
For my now worthless paper?
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