Money Talks
Author: Ben Franklin


Money talks,
It speaks profanity,
It adds to a personís ever expanding vanity

It causes envy,
Itís a seed that blooms into greed,
Itís a drug,
On you it feeds

Id rather be penniless
Then not have Love,
But I guess to some people just waking up every day is not enough.


Comments on this poem/writing:

MC ( -- Friday, August 18 2006, 05:36 am

Awww, Ben

This is so sweet. And you're right. In the end, it doesn't matter what you have acquired at all. If you haven't the love of family and friends, you really have nothing at all. Great poem with an awesome thought.
Ben ( -- Saturday, August 19 2006, 12:23 pm

thank you..

Thank you M.C for taking the time to read.
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