Ask For Help
Money is the root,
to evils path,
one man's gain,
could be his last.
Tread there only,
with open eyes,
know all the facts,
don't believe a lie.
To good to be true,
then it probably is,
back out quietly,
don't take that risk.
Nothing is worth,
selling yourself,
if money is an issue,
ask for help.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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