Money And Love Poem by Paul Hartal

She was reading a book on a bench.
He recognized her. Years ago
He had a crush on her in high school.

So what is now your luminous goal in life? ”
She asked.

“Money and fame”, he said.

“Your answer is more disappointing
Than surprising”, she said.

“Why? You don’t want money and fame? ”

“No, I don’t want money and fame.”

“You’re a hypocrite.”

“This sneer was predictable, but I really
Don’t want money and fame.”

“Why? You don’t need money to buy
Food, clothes and other necessities? ”

“Of course I need. However, I am talking
About priorities. I don’t live to make
Money; I make money to live”, she said.

“I see. But how can you be happy
If you are not rich? ” he asked.

“I don’t believe that happiness really
Can emanate from wealth.
My neighbor won millions in the casinos
Of Las Vegas but he is still depressed.
And a lot of unhappy rich and famous
People walk the streets out there.”

“So what is it that you really desire in life? ”

“Peace, well-being and contentment.”

“That’s all? ”

She gave him a gentle and exploring look.

“No”, she said. “That’s not all.
I desire to have an inner fortune that
Eclipses all the external thrills of the world.
I want to love and to be loved.”