Money... Hey, YOU
Enters anywhere and everywhere, like air,
Can't survive without you, like oxygen,
Can't sleep, eat, or wake up, like breath,
Can't step outside or even step inside your home, like a windstorm,
Can't face judgmental eyes, like mist,
Can't laugh and joke around, not even with your parents, like a blast,
Can't you have any value or worth, like a draft,
Even I can't accept myself without You, like a tempest,
But My ticking bomb already
knows,
It's just signed papers,
Making printed paper powerful,
Just holding the trust of the Sign.
If you not have or not try to chase those papers
Then people will chase you with judgemental eyes...
These signed papers have
The only powerful thing in the world,
Holding my worth, value, trust,
Family relationships, friendship, and even love."
But
It's actually
Signed Papers
JUST...
Comments (2)
So true. Nowadays, everything is money. Loved your poem!
Great work! Terrific!