A Blissful Basket
Wealth is worthless to a sinking soul,
Success is a gift and not a golden goal.
Rotten riches is like resentful roses.
Prosperity pursues all pleasant purposes.
Woe betides the barn built on bribery,
The cocoon of the corrupt crashes quickly.
Sell not your soul for fortune and fame...
Gruesome gains breed shackles of shame.
Power and possessions are not permanent,
Do not trash your true and timeless talent.
Cash, cars and castles will not fit in your casket,
Leave legacies of love in a blissful basket.
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