Trevor Mcleod Poet Quatrain

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.

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David Fisher January 20, 2014 at 4:27 PM Enjoyable quatrain, Trevor. So much sense to think about once in awhile. Trevor Mcleod January 20, 2014 at 6:15 PM Thanks David. I should do more to keep them short and sweet.

Junaid Khan January 20, 2014 at 4:57 AM Clear, simple, effective. I can actually understand this ... Which means I can express an opinion. I like it. J