Greed
Ancient evil never leaves us,
Greed it operates for gain,
Dollar rich but spirit poor,
poor in death you do remain,
Come again to suffer pain,
Keep on coming till you’re sane,
Again, again and yet again,
Till you reach the final shore,
Linger longer, use the brain?
Written is you will endure,
Till you get it right, yet sure,
Death an birth you come again.
Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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