Money
In a song, a sonnet, a poem or a story
It does not go unnoticed what it stands for
A symbol, a status of wealth, need and greed
A necessity, a want that we all ultimately need
Be it the root of all evil, I truly think not
For that would mean it was here before God
It makes no sense to say this is true
For every human has had it, even me and you too
Money
We work for it, toil for it day through the night
We dream of the millions that will make our lives right
But most of us know not, how to use it best
If it were to fall into our lives and upon our hands rest
Use it wisely if you have the opportunity to
As it will deliver such goodness, and bring everything twofold to you
But if you use if unwisely be warned
Money will destroy you and fill your entire life with scorn.