Money - a Means Or End In Itself

Running after money, without any rest You don't pause, your life lacks zest Desiring to earn more, always in a hurry You lead a life of stress, ever full of worry You spend your life earning money that too without enjoying, it's funny Insatiable mind always wants more Moment you stop, it deplores Ego says prove you are great and your life you devastate Earning endlessly, you become old Can no longer use the money you hold When body is old, when you become fragile Your money will be squandered by agile Watching helplessly, you I'll sit and ponder Why I didn't enjoy? you will surely wonder To survive, you must verily earn But you hoard money, you merely earn Remember, there is life beyond money Happiness is what you should aim for honey 12.06.2021 For $ poetry contest by Anthony Biaanco