Money, Money, Give Me Some More... Poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
Money, Money, Give Me Some More...
We all crave and long for money;
the rich, the poor, the young
and old cry for money to keep and hold.
We crave to be masters of money
or end up to be money´s slaves.
Either way, we fall into the pit
if money becomes our masters
and we end up, enslaved by money.
Money is only a gift to use and share
It cannot last for long, for like water,
it flows and evaporates.
Ask for money and work for it
but let it not be your master
to be served, but a simple resource
to use, share and give to those in need.
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5/9/2024 1:40:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
We have money as a reward for working. It enables us to live. It is ephemeral unless we make it work for us.++10
Thanks, Robert, for your nice reply. Money is a resource which can be taken as reward for one´s industry and labor. But again, for me, money we get and earn, is not only meant for us and for our own survival but also a resource which we can share. The problem is the love of money when it leads to greed which cannot be satisfied at all, ending in corruption and suffering of those who are weak who never get the share of the bounty from the given and acquired resource/money.