A Thought For Money
Contentment is the ultimate
Of all the happiness money brings.
Yet a penny can buy contentment
And not a vault full of money
Contentment resides in the heart
Happiness resides in money
Man looks not inside for contentment
But outside for money
Money is only a slow number
One, two…hundred…thousand…million…
That keeps happiness in transit
And contentment delayed
Those who seek contentment
By accumulating numbers of money
Never have it because
There is now and ever no ultimate numbers!
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