Money is a thing
I spend,
I send,
And I make for a living.
Some people agree,
Money is the root of all evil-
A coin by the devil,
But not for me.
Money is important,
I could eat foods I want;
Gives my loved ones smile
Even for a while.
And yes, what a shame!
People put all the blame
On money
That makes them lucky.
Though money can't buy happiness,
I need it in times of sickness.
Let's admit,
We all want to be fit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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