My Money Poem by Phil Soar
My Money
My money sits lonely behind the huge door
Ten layers of steel holding back something pure
Gold, nor silver can ever replace
The nett worth of me, and the smile on my face
While I think there are millions behind that deadlock
It's more like a small fortune that I had forgot
And although I can't see it, it happens to be
Just where I like it, worth thousands to me
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