Treasure Island

Alon Calinao Dy

(Samar, Philippines)

It's All About Money


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.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 12, 2013

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Money is not a root of all evil things. It depends on how you utilize it. Money becomes bad when some people use it to kill other people or commit some crimes.

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