The Money Game
THE MONEY GAME
What gifts are daily gold and gains?
What finite pleasures crowd upward ways,
What foolish man should claw each day
To gather more to tuck away?
Look closely at this useless strife
How curiously this mind is bent--
See if each bit safely piled away
Is worth the trouble that is spent.
Is pride your hungry heart’s desire?
Does power’s mountain call your name?
Does love of fame set you on fire--
Accumulation your best game?
Power, pride and love crave more
But all these-- time shall just destroy
And if the money disappears--
Like sand love purchased has no joy.
Do you think pride buys true respect
And brings regard in neighbor’s eyes
Adeptly hides your fool-bent faults--
A wise man surely will despise?
Success will make you strut and preen
Like a walking willful weather vane
Leave you a shadow of yourself--
And no one truly knows your name.
February 8, 2014
V Anderson-Throop
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2014
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