Money Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Money is the best and the worst word,
Smells great when fresh and stale,
Rolling sound of it creates wealth,
Sleeping on it, really no use.

Money is the legally stamped passport,
To the prosperous, well kept fort,
Buying of the needs and comforts,
To stand identified in the crowd.

Seek it when you are young and energetic,
Save it when you have a surplus of it,
Drowning and burning it is a sickly waste,
Money is the real God in the real world.

Donate it to the charity, even if you have a little,
Don't let another child cry, snatching her coins,
Don't buy the toys to play the game of battlefields,
Money is the best and the worst invention of the mankind.