What It Can'T Buy Poem by Half Past

what it can't buy

it will never be able smother you in kisses
it can't curl up next to you for added warmth
it won't whisper..ssshhh everything will be ok
it isn't going to sit with you and watch your children play

money will never hold your hand and walk with you
money can't bring you breakfast in bed
money won't keep darkness away by turning on a light
money isn't going to tuck you in at night

a job will never understand your worries
a job can't conceive of your fears
a job won't hold you tight
a job isn't mindful of your plight

clothing will never pray for your safety
clothing can't break bread with you
clothing won't take away your pain
clothing isn't going to soothe you when you go insane

it will not make a house a home
it can't force people to like you
it won't care if your living well
it isn't going to wonder what little soul you sell

money, job, fortune, and fame
all a shallow game
meaning nothing if no one
holds dearly to your name