|Best Poems About / On MONEY
Yes, we are angry
There is complete chaos and disorder
Every one want to run their own system
A mad race to reach on top.
Love, emotion & feeling find it difficult
To some space in human kind,
People are in hurry to reach desired destination.
all our celebration connected to money.
we will give money on birthday we are valued
we will give donation to a reputed education institute
we will give bribe our job will be done in few second
when we will realize this is a vise -versa problem.
We want to swim on money river,
but we do not want to sink in money river.
Stop, think and go
Build and develop a system.
Stop this mad race, money is something but not everything
give some time on good thought
Which give little bit of room to love, emotion &feeling
Thought that build and develop a system
Which provide peace of mind and meaning of growth.
Are you angry, raise your voice say "yes we are angry"
O' Really we are!
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I am pissed off
So they planned a reunion
a gathering of friends
a reminiscing of the past
a recollection of who we
wild and carefree
burning night candles
immersing trembling feet on the water
just to keep
and then making most of the hay
sun shining days of our lives
more and more money
i want to come and be a part of
all of you
rags turning to riches
fools becoming wise
poor to rich guy
children of the farm to
executives in the
but i finally got pissed off
when this reunion turns out nothing
but another fund raising
to a fraudulent scheme
(to a certain extend i supposed)
i am telling you
money is always suspicious
and big fortunes have always
crimes behind them
do not tell me that money too
can root out evil
contrary to the common belief
that money is the root of
shall we debate it, my friend?
hand me the money, so much money, and i will tell you
how i become changed
I am not that kind
who shall bid for the highest donation
and then impress everyone
that i am making good in my present life
i am paying back for all my crimes
don't say anything
i am not done yet.
RIC S. BASTASA
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Herbie The Hermit
Herbie the hermit lived alone
because he felt he needed no one.
He lived his life meagrely
and saved his money frugally.
As the money grew in his bank account,
he began to wonder whom was he going to leave his money to.
Each day the question plagued him
and no answer came his way.
Then one day he met someone
who was much poorer than he.
He lived on the streets, as it was the only life he knew.
He would give his money to him.
However, the man did not want his money,
explaining that he had many friends
worth more than his money could buy.
They are there for me
when Im down and blue,
picking me up again,
which is more than your money can do.
9-12 December 2010
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Is Money Worth Having?
This is a fast and competitive world,
Where the time is money
And the man is in hurry,
Oh, mad man, money is an awful bane,
Youd know that if you werent insane.
But alas, it is too late today,
And money if the feeling, the dwelling and the healing,
The love, the friendship,
The life of a man.
Today the progress of your life depends
Upon the way you interact when
You have nothing at all,
And the way you manage,
When you have money and all,
People say so while I dont believe it.
The life depends much more on the heart!
A heart and only a beautiful heart,
Where feelings can live,
And love can prevail,
And no amount of money,
Can be dominating there.
A place where no rich or poor exist,
Where money would rust and be valueless there,
I want the world to be brought over there,
And make them LIVE their life, their way,
And not be slaves of MONEY for the day.
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