Money Money Money Can't Buy

Years of toil sweat and struggle
Looking for gold in all that rubble,
Now Jock and I struck it rich
In the middle of a no where ditch.

Now it's all safe in the bank
An' put us up a little in life's rank,
Being so perplexed I sent to Jock a text,
"Now what on earth are we going to look for next? "

NB Money does not bring happiness,
but you can buy a yacht and moor next to it.
Then sail away to find another no where ditch,
But it's in the bottom of your head, which

If you listen it's your happiness shouting
WAITING ONLY TO BE LET OUT!

poem by Ken e Hall
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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