Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Money Speaks For Knowledge


Men in business suits walking by, full of their own importance.
Not daring to smile for it may break their concentration and louse up their style.
Walking - carrying briefcases and manilla envelopes full of writing - full of figures meaning something to their own minds - they have yet to talk it over and help someone with money to understand their logic.
Without that understanding, no one can pay for their knowledge and time - they might as well be home in bed.
So it's been said, that knowledge breeds money - but isn't it the other way around?
For without money, the knowledge men have would stay hidden because there'd be no reason for imparting it.

Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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