SORRY

Well, of course, no money in it!

What makes the world go round?

Cannot do without it, to love it is sin!

A way to treat it I have found—

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A necessary commodity

Purchasing things that you need.

But aside from that do not hoard it, right?

Do not let it go to seed!

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Old farming expression, go to seed

As the weeds that spread when left.

Pull that weed, put it in the sack,

Bonfire tonight good effect!

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The love of money is that seed,

Weed, root of all sin!

Contained within that love is the lust

To hold, embrace within!

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“Money, I love it!”  My cousin once said.

I inadvertently cringed!

Learned later he owned half a township,

Dead now, trust he is not singed!

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“Love of money the root of all evil.”

Money, I love it!  Do tell?

Truly do not know what happened later,

Except he died, I hope not in hell!

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Greed, the desire to possess

To have, possess, to control.

“Hold them, fold them…”  Then in the end

Dead!  Never dying soul.

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What then?  With the rich?

Nothing left to proclaim, had his way.

“I did it my way, truly I did…”

What now is left to say?

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Cannot take it with you.

Rich man, from hell cried to Lazarus,

“Just the tip of your finger

A drop of water…”

Sorry!

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Sam Cox 06.13.10