money…

How is it you have power over all?

but a mere figment of reality

Controlling what we are worth overall

leaving those without you, without pity.

For you we freely dredge our lives away

For you we give up time to toil and sweat

Like wind you never seem to want to stay

but then, you help make sure our needs are met

Like caring mothers bringing out our best.

You help create a life worth living for

How much of you we get is but a test

and thus we can not help but wish for more.

We wish that you were easy to obtain,

but what would you be worth, less work and pain?