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What we can do to achieve money. And how we run after money is given in this poem.

Submitted:Oct 27, 2011    Reads: 15    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Money is what kills man;

Money is what gives us pain.

For money we went to schools;

After money we run like fools.

We think money is everything;

For it we can do anything.

For money we do corruption;

In banks we put it for satisfaction.

We can betray a friend for it;

And throw him into a pit.

We want money good or bad;

Without it we feel sad.

For it we can go mad;

Once in hand we are glad.

We forget that one day we will die;

Then after money we run, why?

We think with money, anything we can buy;

And forgets we will die, and here it will lie.

That is what I want to say;

Without money we aren't gay.



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