Unwealthy - Poem by Rod Morris
Money is a virus, its the cause of so much strife.
In our search to have and hold it, perhaps we lose our love of life.
From when first we can remember, we are taught to seek out wealth.
In our quest to attain riches, the cost may be our health.
People who have riches may acquire them under stress.
Think of those you know are happy, more than likely they have less.
Happiness cannot be counted by how much you have in shares.
Its found in such abundance, with just one who really cares.
Share the wealth that is yourself; share all of you thats best.
For no matter what you give away, comes back with such interest.
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