Dennis Fehr

The Value Of Money - Poem by Dennis Fehr

Money is a tool,
Like a hammer or fuel;
It can buy a lot,
Any car, any stock.

But its value is not,
What ought be sought;
Can corrupt a man,
And his thought.

It's cruel they say,
To slave away;
Passing quickly,
Every day.

As the end draws near,
It becomes so clear;
The only thing,
You'll hold dear.

Are those around you,
Filled with fear;
Crying softly,
In your ear...

We valued not,
What you bought;
But every minute,
That we caught.

In your presence,
Off the clock;
Chasing Values,
That can't be bought.

Fore value and values,
Share most their letters;
But differ in meaning,
In substance, in matters.

You'll miss me now,
My memory;
But understand,
That values not money.

(Dennis K. Fehr)

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 26, 2013

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