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MONEY WORSHIP: a sonnet
MONEY WORSHIP: a sonnet
[A man is respected only as long as his pocket is full.]
Why did I have to come across the day
When I’m alone, I have no company?
My friends have all suddenly turned away
Forsaking me in my final journey?
At one time I too was much sought after
When people vied to come along with me.
Their smile to me could not have been brighter;
For them I was the ideal to be.
Why all my friends did discard me and throw?
They were not after me but my money.
But now that I have all of it let go,
They find a pauper’s company funny.
Money is a big evil Jesus said.
Yet worshipped by man it is, it’s so sad.
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