The one with heaps of money his or her friends in numbers grow And the pauper is the person only the kind of heart wishes to know And money speaks more of one than words can ever do And if you are short of money I can only pity you, That money speaks every language is something you ought not doubt And those who battle to survive know what the hard life's about, It is a necessity of life despite what some do say That's why people to earn money go to work every day In the poor suburb of the city where poverty is rife The poorest and the homeless live a miserable life If they had heaps of money how different life for them would be That money is most important no need for to tell me, Why paupers do have few friends no need to wonder why And those with heaps of money their friends in numbers multiply.
(c) Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information
has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site
visitors, and is provided at no charge.. About
Us | Copyright notice |
Privacy statement | Help
3/19/2010 5:30:28 AM. #.34# You Are Here:
The One With Heaps Of money by Francis Duggan