RoseAnn V. Shawiak Money Poems

Seeing a billboard bragging about gaming in Arizona,
contributing thirty-eight million dollars to
education here in our state.
Why then all the over-rides trying to get money
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Celebrating the existence of being a mere poet,
looking into the universe for ideas that I can
form and shape into brand new creations.
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Money seems to change everything somehow, it takes our
egos on a joy ride, forgetting who we are.

Leaving goodness, compassion and caring by the wayside,
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Wondering why baseball, softball, sports teams are here asking for money to keep on coming.
Sports! Why can't they just play their own games - why do we have to subsidize them?
Let them go, let volunteers work and fund them and give their money to the elderly and disabled.
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Melodies now hitting and touching this brain's pleasure
centers, not wanting this to be the last song, wanting
to not lose this musical rhythm at all.
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Men in business suits walking by, full of their own importance.
Not daring to smile for it may break their concentration and louse up their style.
Walking - carrying briefcases and manilla envelopes full of writing - full of figures meaning something to their own minds - they have yet to talk it over and help someone with money to understand their logic.
Without that understanding, no one can pay for their knowledge and time - they might as well be home in bed.
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Pictures being taken by my mind everywhere I go or
look throughout life.

Money cannot buy what I see and remember as I live
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Running through this life, always chasing money
for many different reasons.

All of them tantamount to greed, corruption and
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