Robert J Samples wrote:
Money is a kind of Poetry, by Wallace Stevens
Money, the long green,
Cash, stash, rhino, jack,
Or just plain dough.
Chock it up, fork it over,
Shell it out, Watch it
Burn holes through pockets.
To be made of it! To have
To burn! Green backs, Double Eagles,
Megabucks and Ginnie Maes.
It greases the palms, feathers the nest,
Holds heads above water,
Makes both ends meet.
Money breeds money,
Gathers interest, compounds daily.
Always in circulation.
Money, you don't know where its been,
But you put it where your mouth is,
And it talks!
Diana Giola
Just Sayin...RJS
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I've had just enough money to live check to check. I've been homeless with no money. I've had stretches in life where I made good money. I've watched money and stuff come and go.
Can you buy happiness? No. Can you buy good health? No. Can you buy someone to truly love and care for you? No.
With all that being said, I'd rather have a lot of money than a little or no money. It can buy you the security that comes with having money.