Gold Poem by Aj Snow

It's just…simply…never…enough
We'll always think we have it rough

A glimmer of gold over yonder
Its allure never wanes, we always grow fonder

The more you gather the less its worth
You'll end up chasing it till you return to the earth

Dollars and coins, paid for in blood
At the end of the day their worth as much as paper and mud

Nobody realizes their most crucial mistake
Their trading their time, for a sports car and a steak