Measure Yourself... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the measure comes at a time
when money comes to you and yet
you ask: who are you? what is your purpose?
and the money answers, and smiles at you,
and tempts you that his name is lots of money
and he comes to provide you what you want
all the pleasures that money can buy, and
then you think about it, over and over again,
and you ask God whether that will be the meaning
of your life, and you get the answer, and you tell
money: no it is not you that i need not you that i want
and then you gently close the door and lock out
money behind you and then you sleep
so well in bed, and money says,
i knock only once and since you refuse me
i must say my goodbye, and you said
thanks, and you sleep well,
and God tells you, my son you have passed
the test.