Don'T Let It Make You
“I make the Money, It don’t make me “
Going to work every day, out here no excuse
Making Money, I make the money
It don’t make me
Out here grinding by all means, finish a day’s work
Go get some rest
Mission completed, I did my best, to pass this test
Money is the root of all evil
That’s what I was told
Never greed, want to succeed
Anyway it goes, but it’s been told
More times than before
That what good is a man, to gain the world and lose its soul
Don’t let the money, take full control
On earth you could live without it and be happy
But man makes you think you can’t with money sometimes a price is paid
At a bigger cost, its just currency, that has lost the value of its true meaning
People use it and abuse it, don’t know its worth
And if they lose it for good
It will hit them where it hurts
Put in the works and labor, and then the money you make will work in your favor
Written By: Concetta Hardnett
6/27/2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
