Money, money, money,
What does it do for us?
It lets us do the shopping,
And travel on the bus.
It's how we get the things we want
Or that's the way it feels.
We need it to evaluate
And consider doing deals.
So all in all, when chips are down
It is important stuff.
But although I can accumulate,
I never have enough!
There's something funny going on,
Enough for what I need
Should do, to keep me happy,
The rest must just be greed.
What do I really want in life?
I'm tempted, when the ads
Promise instant satisfaction,
And all the latest fads.
With the latest gadget in my hand
More important I will be
This one will not be like the rest
It'll last for years, you'll see!
But soon I want another one
To keep me up to date.
It's a hopeless, never ending quest
To be in such a state
But what about those things in life
We want, that don't cost money,
Like love and friendship, days of joy,
When weather's warm and sunny?
Walking in the moonlight
Under clear and starry sky
Does more to keep me happy
Than something I can buy.
The beauty that's in nature,
Is available to all.
But maybe that's the trouble.
Whether rich or small,
Value status and possessions
More than spiritual matters
We'll get the same old sad result,
Our happiness in tatters.
COMMENT: The poem Money is by our dear friend Murray McGrath, who died late last year. I include it as a slight diversion from the series of autobiographical entries. He would certainly have fully approved of its inclusion at this point.
Great, insightful poem. It could be the basis for a good discussion as it addresses the basis for our ills today in a much neglected form, poetry, emerging from the cultural realm.
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