Man seeks to fill his every desire ~

He cannot wait until he is retired.

He tries to earn all he can ~

This seems to be the way of man.

Some trinket he will acquire ~

Trying to fulfill his greatest desire.

He wants the things that sparkle too,

And for gold there's nothing he wouldn't do.

With his wealth he feels like a king ~

Thinking he has everything.

So he robs the poor for more,

And puts it all in store.

Money is often the way of ruin for man ~

Because he will feel he needs no other plan.

It is not gold or silver that will endure,

But wisdom dwelling in a heart that's pure!

Painting by: Lena Kittrell ©

Poem written by: Lena Kittrell ©

Song written by: Lena Kittrell

"Angels Around Me" ©