The Power Of Money Poem by Francis Duggan

He wears a blond hair piece to hide his baldness
And as the saying goes his better days he's seen
But he is one who has got heaps of money
And he sleeps with a young beauty of nineteen.

Cosmetic surgery leaves him looking younger
Working class men his age look old and gray
Those who preach that money is the god of all gods
Most will agree are right in what they say.

She could be making love to one of her own age
The son of working class parents young and poor
But she doesn't love him for his lack of money
And to 'sugar daddy' she'd rather be a whore.

I see them walking hand in hand together
The old man and the one close to her prime
He takes her to the best hotels and restaurants
And showers her with gifts and buys her a good time.

She's with one old enough to be her grand dad
And her parents say that for her he's far too old
But she assures them they've no need for worry
For she doesn't love the man only his gold.