The Salvation and Evil Money--
The Salvation And Evil Money--
Whose money is that? I think I know;
Its owner is quite happy though;
Salvation full of joy like a vivid rainbow;
I watch him laugh, I cry hello;
He gives his money a shake;
And laughs until his belly aches;
The only other sound's that breaks;
Is of distant waves and birds wake;
The money is salvation, evil and deep;
But money has promises to keep;
After cake and lots of sleep;
Sweet dreams come to him cheap;
He rises from his gentle bed;
With thoughts of improvishness in his head;
He eats his jam with lots of bread;
Ready for the bankrupt days ahead;
3/29/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
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