money (poem)
Money, money, like gold, Smile on everyone's face. growing up to someone, Everything is lost to someone. Money is at everyone's door, Liberation did not come with it. A number calculated as It is not the solution to everything. People fall in love with money. Dream built in dream house. After a few days, the money is gone. People are only agents of satisfaction. Money is nothing, The pain of money is equal among all. We want more money, But love is the most valuable business in the mind
