Master Of Money Poem by Alfred Barna

Master Of Money



You can only get what you deserve
In this world, even if you're a conniver
Life is not a grade upon a curve
It's a brutal task to keep heart just to be a surviver
You can only have one master to serve
If love is the one you lost, what's the cost to be a reviver
You can't server the master of love
As well as the master of money
You can't forsake all the stars above
Pillaging, and expect to receive the one key
Everyone you meet, the one your expected to watch
You're their keeper, to aid as you can
They are not tools to use and debauch
Everyone in the world, is your fellow man
Easy to grow cold, in a world that's always raining
So many lonely empty stares who cry 'Who Cares? '
You face the day charged up, soon to find yourself draining
But alas everything kept on earth soon disappears
The master of money has a price you must pay in the end
Do you really hope that you can afford to pay the price
The master of love expects that you have nothing left to spend
Give all the love that you have, that's His only advice
Love and money, oh, love and money
Can you really be rich to have it all in your hand
Love and money, oh, love and money
Can you be poor, to love and understand

Thursday, October 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Love
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If the battle is neither for love nor money, then you are fighting the wrong fights.
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