Vanshika Rocks

Money - Poem by Vanshika Rocks

I’m money,
I’m short but worthy,
I’m never stable,
And bring life’s flavor.

I am the cause of some fights,
But also gives you light,
Without me,
Everything would flee.

I may bring unity,
And increase your immunity,
I may make a crowd,
And make you proud.

Some people are vicious,
And make themselves curious,
Some people rot me in their head,
And some make me dead.

Some do not think,
Before they blink,
And do not realize,
Just think they are wise.

Some make my fake identities,
And forget their duties,
Sometimes I make them learn,
How to earn.
Some people are confused,
And some are amused,
Poor is afraid of me,
And rich is made of me.

Some become grand,
And give a hand,
Some are extravagant,
But some remain vacant.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 30, 2013

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