Love For Profit Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Do it to feel established.
Get it to do while young and daring.
Do it for the love.
And not just the love for profit.
Profit stops. Love continues.

Those with noses prepared only to sniff,
From which the air they drift to where a dollar is...
Will fall out of love with few dollars left there to spare.
To know too late,
Having just love for profit to establish ends quick...
Without having long lasting happiness felt that fits.

'You have your things.
Shouldn't you have enough of them that sits? '

~But I can't get enough of them to keep me happy.~

'Oh?
Isn't that what you wanted to establish?
A love to pocket a profit to have your things.'

~My love to pocket just for profit,
Has left me feeling empty nonstop.~