Money

By Jacob Wassom

When you get it,

You think it will be fun,

But before long it dries,

Like dew in the midday sun.

When you lack it,

It is all you strive for,

But when you have it,

You just want more and more.

I hope you learn

Before you die

That no matter how many,

Dollars don't satisfy.

It drives people

To commit great sin.

It is the heart's desire

Of many evil men.

It is the force

That leads the thief to plunder,

And it is the envy

That rips the family asunder.

Despite what people say,

Life is not a Monopoly game.

The winner is not the man

With the highest monetary gain.