Did you expect to read a verse about money?
About the cash that flows through the globe
We live our lives for that paper stuff
We shed tears for the love of...
Money
We need more of it
It keeps us warm
It keeps us cool
It gives us light
Feeds us
Money is energy
It flows to you if you let it
It runs to you if you allow it
If you speak well of it, you will have it
If you speak ill of it, you won't
What is money?
Money is energy?
Do we have to work for it?
Or, should sit and pray?
About the Creator
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“OK, guys!” I screech over the macaw-like chatter in my sophomore English class. My students are sharing mementos they accumulated during summer vacation. The assignment is to interview each other and write an expository essay about another student’s treasure: Misty’s coquina shells and sand dollars from Florida, Ruth’s two Navajo pottery mugs from New Mexico, Roxy’s perfume from Paris, Kevin’s chocolate from Hershey Pennsylvania, a picador’s sword from a bullfight in San Fermin Spain, where one of my favorite students, Manny Pérez, ran with the bulls at festival.
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