Money And Expiry

Money is something necessary,

But it's not worth an obituary.

You earn it by working hard,

But need to keep your health on par.

For ages now, man has been a slave,

Tired and stressed, yet acting to be brave.

Too much running has been bad for him,

This time his problems are upto the brim.

The rat race has been a pain in the heart,

Whether it's business or whether it's art.

So much workload and no time to breathe,

Striving hard yet facing the heat.

Stop and learn to live your life,

Enjoy and have fun when you're alive.

No matter how much you save,

You ain't taking anything to your grave.

Running behind money, day in and day out,

This will end only at death, there's no doubt.