A penny alone
A bill, be obtained;
For peace, I forlorn
To prosper again.
Is money your life?
The poorest rolls away,
Root of all strife
Not a festive day.
How hard your heart to weep
To soften just for me,
In lavish bed, they sleep;
And die, just for money—
Look! A man of doltishness.
©keilyyy
K