Money Love
There's a place dreams wait while men chase money.
A place that's not for sale.
A place the poor are closer to
where dreams of peace prevail.
There's a place for money that men don't think.
A place to cash it in.
A place most find insulting.
The poor, our next of kin.
There's a place for man that dreams await.
A place not understood.
A place that's out of reach to him.
A Heaven that is good.
There's a place.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2014
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