It Cannot Buy A Soul.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i've never met someone
who had been honest enough
to tell me that i am
swindled,

everyone is saying, give
me your money, it will become
many, and this stupid self
easily agrees in a glee

gullible she says, what a
gullible man have you become
after all those serious years
of study

i too say, i am simply unbelievable
always wanting to part with whatever
i have, which i too honestly think
is indispensable for my simple existence

my shadow stands by me, extends a hand
saying congratulations man, what is money
for? i cannot buy a soul.