The root of all greed

Money, oh money, the root of all greed,

The thing that we crave, the thing that we need,

It can buy us the world, or so it would seem,

But can it bring us happiness, or is it just a dream?

We chase after it, day after day,

Hoping that it will bring us success in some way,

We work and we strive, to make it our own,

But at what cost, do we reap what we've sown?

For money can buy us material things,

But it can't buy us love, or the joy that it brings,

It can't buy us peace, or a sense of content,

For those are the things that come from within.

And yet we still crave it, we still yearn for more,

We think that it will fill the emptiness in our core,

But the truth is, money is just a means to an end,

And it's up to us, to decide what that end will be.

Will we use it for good, to make the world a better place,

Or will we use it for selfish gain, to feed our own face,

The choice is ours, and we must choose wisely,

For the pursuit of money can be dangerous and unwise.

So let us remember, as we chase after gold,

That there are things in life, that can't be bought or sold,

Love, joy, peace, and contentment too,

For these are the things, that truly make life anew.