Money can drive one to badness, and if used enough with greed, even to madness.
It's a sad fact to say that money makes the world go around;
Sadness and misery caused by one single dollar or pound.
One thing money can't buy though, however hard they try, is true love;
love that is not bound by material goods, but rather, is as pure and free as a white dove.
Money is a discordant song; love is a perfect harmony.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem