What Money Buys And Doesn't
A trip around the world with a first class ticket,
Freedom though guilty in a legal thicket,
A castle with high walls and a mote,
The purchase of most any senator’s vote,
Foie gras, caviar and Chateau Lafite at least,
Beautiful women there to please at every feast.
All this as they stare at their bank accounts,
And bar no holds for even greater amounts.
These are accoutrements for which so many fight and die.
Just one simple word… Why? Why? Why?
The paper notes they fondle and cherish so
Won’t be worth a penny when it’s their time to go.
The lives they crush and hopes slit as with a sheath
Can’t be healed by the usurped money they bequeath.
Their funds won’t buy or keep a single real friend.
In fact as it grows scavengers from all sides will descend.
Money won’t buy true love which is most precious of all.
Nor one second extra of life when eternity comes to call.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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