The Value of Money

The Value of Money Once I was a multi millionaire it was shortly after the war ended in 1945, when I found a bundle of German marks from 1914. Think I found them on a shelf in an abandoned house used by German officers, there was so many things they left behind like gas masks and bikes and I learned to cycle on a pilfered bike, it was black and had a Nazi symbol painted on its frame, but my uncle Harold painted it over. I was lucky who found money, some of the lads found live hand grenades and blew themselves up. The winter of 1945 was cold and we often used my millions to get the fire going in the morning and mother said we were so rich we could afford to burn money. In the village where I live there is only one rich person, he is a miser and live behind tall walls, his car has dark windows, and I have never seen smoke coming out of his chimney; ash of notes white as snow.