Life is not all about money
your purse and your pounds or dollars
doesn't show any feelings
It is bringing jealousy food to your table
But not an understanding and valuable conversation
It's also gives you clothes to wear and shoes to hide yourself
It doesn't make you feel buzz on your lips
but it can make your mouth say ugly nasty things
It can not give you a smooth touch on your body
but it can make you dirty and provide you new bodyparts and identity
The real fire should be in your heart
not in your pocket where your notes and coins may hide
This century doesn't let you live without it
but it also taking it from you without any reason or chance to reply
So if you feel you can live without passion
choose the money and go find your own bible
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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