Treasure Island

Dr John Celes

(14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)

Sonnet - Money


Let money be thy servant, not Master;
So, put thy wealth in use for mankind's sake;
Let progress come for fellowmen, faster;
What profits come if genuine, thou may take.

The money-needs of life on earth are small;
Money begets money and vices too;
But money cannot solve our problems all;
Let money not cause mis- conduct in you.

What use is money kept as coins and notes?
Banks lend their money so that they may grow;
Money cannot purchase all honest votes;
For money's sake, hardships, we undergo.

How many pairs of shoes, your feet will need?
Let excess money try to others feed.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 18, 2003

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