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Resemblance To Wealth

Greed or need,
whoever designed it
is laughing at us,
despite its resemblance
to wealth,
it cripples health,
destroys the land,
flows freely
like grains of sand,
it spreads everyday,
like a necessity here,
it frightens without fear,
money and fame is the lure,
death is the cure.

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Donna Golden

Date: 8/15/2009 1:35:00 PM

"Greed or need, whoever designed it is laughing at us, despite its resemblance to wealth, it cripples health, destroys the land," Hmmm....I wonder who this sounds like.....could it be...................SATAN???? Nice write, as usual, Frank!

Donna Golden

Date: 4/30/2009 9:05:00 PM

Ouch! It hurts. The truth, that is. Well done, Frank! You always rise to the occasion of opening my eyes for another look or for a sobering reminder. Hopefully, you can look my way for the occasional soothing balm. Best wishes to you! Donna

Frank F. Atanacio

Date: 4/26/2009 5:09:00 AM

death is the cure to both of them read between the lines my friend when you die you can be neither am I right? LOL thanks anyways for reading

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 4/25/2009 4:00:00 PM

frank when i was young we werent rich and i always prayed to GOD that if becoming rich means i turn greedy or nasty he will let me die poor-;-)still a middle class today,though fortune is abit better for me now in that sense only,and you know when im the most happy when i give my all-i dont want fame too,i just want to be loved,cos if i have love i have it all-and a bity of money to travel;-)not too much to ask,maybe i go to Palm beach---charma