The Pretence of Money
The Pretence Of Money
Money buy's
all you want
Fancy dresses
with matching shoes
Flashy cars
for all to see
A cosy home
to lazy in.
A lov-er
of your dreams
A bunch of friends
to celebrate with
The stories told
are so sweet
And adventures taken
are a treat
Your are convinced
of ha-ppi-ness
But Something within
is gone astay
With all the possessions
all the crowds
Still the soul
feels so foul
Eternal joy
has no price
Something you
just re-a-lised
The misery
is masked
With a smile
in it's place
And tears fall
behind closed doors
The loud laughs
covers the pain
And items bought
heals the sorrow
The bonds made
are falsely hollow
So voices within
questions tomorrow
How lucky you are,
people say
So count your blessing's
as you pray
The bed you made
is were lay
A comfort worth it
so you stay
With an empty soul
you act brave
A truth untold
for-ever a slave
So money's pretence
becomes your grave
By H.F.
Written: 06/09/2011
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