Miserliness

Miserliness, oh what a curse,

A life so void, so bleak, so terse,

A heart so cold, so full of greed,

A soul that's lost, a life that's freed.

With clenched fists and eyes so narrow,

A life so bleak, so full of sorrow,

The hoarder's life, a lonely fate,

A life of misery, a life too late.

For money can buy many things,

But not the joy that love often brings,

The carefree laughter of a child,

The warmth of love that's undefiled.

The hoarder's heart is full of fear,

Of losing what he holds so dear,

But what is life without sharing,

Without giving, without caring?

So let us not be miserly souls,

But be generous, and let love unfold,

For life is short, and time is fleet,

And love is the only true wealth we can keep.