Money Poem by Andrew Matthews

Money



Money is a poor mans dream
With your pockets full of nothing
But holes.
Money is a rich mans commodity
With Ferrari's and Porsche's
Driven home after making a million
In gold in the city.

The poor man who wins the lottery
Has my admiration
For that is the dream
We all dream.
And when we wake after having dreamt
About whisking away the girl of your dreams
Away for a lifetime of easy living on easy street
It is cruel to wake up and realise that's all it was.

Andrew Matthews
5/07/2009
11: 36am

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