Is this what it takes,
to be felt,
to be me?
I reach out for a moment of sanity,
One moment of understanding,
One small amount of time, to touch your being?
Everyday I think of all that it takes,
to be the P.C.version of all that is "right".
I wonder, which is the right drug to take,
The one that makes the chairman of the board.
Then I wonder who decides that I am "persona non grata"
Is it the man who sits up front in his armani suites
And his winged tipped shoes?
The one with the sharp-faced cut?
The money and power is all his...
Snippity-snap of his fingers and all is taken care of.
He who decides my fate...
The one who almost choked on the silver spoon in his mouth.
The one who tasted a bit of green and decided he was better than me.
Those who roll in the greed...
And one day forgot who they were.
That's right! Money makes the world go 'round!
For those of us who work hard to help the ones in need,
Only the foolish, those who work for pennies!
Our small rewards,
Of smiles and laughter,
Of joyus tears,
The first time we hear 10 year old "jimmy" utter out his first spelling word.
So, much better are those...
Big hardy guys with never ending "green" supply.
They laugh at us, calling us weak...
To use our intelligence...to care for the meek.
But here we are...the fools of today,
Rewarded with OUR smiles and laughter,
OUR joyus tears...because of the time we saw little 'ole jimmy" exceede beyond his years.
Knowing that we went beyond all expectations...
Making the world so great,
In ways only we know....
Reason for writing:
So many people seem to think (including my husband)that happiness revoles around money. Maybe for some people that is true and they strive (or not)to have the most material things and then when it seems that they have everything that money can buy, they feel so empty inside...
Birth sign: Gemini
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