Money

To treasure she clung, yet sorrow became
Her soul fell empty, not winning the game

In desperation, her wealth she gave ‘way
And to her surprise, joy lifted the grey

Still driven by greed, happiness her fix
She never imagined, such pleasure in nix

Tireless she gave, until naught was left
To all the poor souls, her fortune bereft

Happy in penury, but in illness she’ll die
Lacking the medicine, only money can buy

art: Buveuse assoupie (Sleeping Drinker) by Pablo Picasso

*originally posted as part of a 26 word 26 day challenge

 

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