MONEY

To an end,
shadow of night and day,
that bind us tight,
in empty promises, of a better life
we yearn for more,
a never-ending strife.

Made of paper, yet it rules our fate,
owning our time, with an endless debate,
emptiness within...
despite the wealth we embrace,
Yielding to lure,
a never-satisfied race.

oh money,
oceans of wealth,
bring me happiness and success,
say no more to financial struggles,
endless riches, that bring me joy and finesse,
a life that's financially blessed.

© Maverick pen