He got a million dollar itch,
Only got a dollar to scratch it with,
Falling into that aged old pit,
Chasing something he’ll never catch,
And if he does catch it, he’ll be so spent he won’t know what to do with it,
Spending his entire life trying to get money,
Just to spend all his money to try to get his life back,
Incurable sickness, old age, a heart attack,
Money can’t do anything for any of that,
There’s nothing wrong with money,
It’s how you get it…
And how one uses it. Have a great day.
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True! Love this poem. 😊