Money is a tool,
Like a hammer or fuel;
It can buy a lot,
Any car, any stock.
...
The Value Of Money
Money is a tool,
Like a hammer or fuel;
It can buy a lot,
Any car, any stock.
But its value is not,
What ought be sought;
Can corrupt a man,
And his thought.
It's cruel they say,
To slave away;
Passing quickly,
Every day.
As the end draws near,
It becomes so clear;
The only thing,
You'll hold dear.
Are those around you,
Filled with fear;
Crying softly,
In your ear...
We valued not,
What you bought;
But every minute,
That we caught.
In your presence,
Off the clock;
Chasing Values,
That can't be bought.
Fore value and values,
Share most their letters;
But differ in meaning,
In substance, in matters.
You'll miss me now,
My memory;
But understand,
That values not money.
(Dennis K. Fehr)
((1/23/2013)