Blessed Money
For a surplus of money I'll smile.
The excitement going into a store.
The pleasure you get from a sale
and the comfort you're home to the core.
The rush that you feel when you shop
when you know you can get what you need.
Where relief crushes all of the guilt
and your patience's forgotten in heed.
The thought you're going home to a peace
where belongings will make you secure.
And the fear of going shopping again
means you're safe till the end of the year.
With the time of your life to be free.
Knowing money is least of your dreams.
When your life has improved by a thread
and the curse not as blessed as it seems.
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