There they sit,
the rich and the lofty,
And here I stand,
a figure in tattered rags.
Money is the measure of success.
Does it count the lives we’ve shaped?
Money attracts powerful friends.
And do they come in your time of need?
Money buys the best luxuries.
Does it buy inner peace?
Money can even buy you a better face,
a different life.
Can it buy me a better soul?
Money pays off your medical bills.
Can it pay off the Angel of Death?
They snigger and say,
You are young and naive.
Come back in a few years,
and tell us we are right.
I simply smile and leave.