Money: A poem 

Life is not a comfortable and smug bed of roses 

It is the joys of wisdom if one sublimely chooses 

That one is meant to have only what one is meant to 

One cannot change one’s destined course no matter what you do 

Those that in avarice wholly live and money voraciously seek 

have their convictions misconstrued and their souls all too weak 

The pursuit of money is far too disparate from the call of duty 

Preoccupations with wealth don’t matter if we see with clarity 

Money is welcome if it is well-earned and treated with judiciousness 

Greed must be mastered not mustered for gaining riches 

Those that are blessed with money should learn to live with a little charity 

The joy of giving must arise from the gratitude of getting, that is parity 

Money takes an evil turn in indulgence, in hoarding or hedonism 

Any pursuit in life must be followed with spiritual pragmatism 

Money is only a product of human endeavour that is a measure 

of quantity not quality, and it is in soulful quality that there is the real treasure