The Wealth Of Man - Sonnet 1
For what does thou turn thy heart away from Godly love,
Printed face, crisp green scent of worthless paper fortune?
Decaying man and evil deeds often be made of
Greener pasture just beyond the commoner's proportion
And oft it be a selfish man who welcomes this in life
Based upon his prideful greed for money by his side
Will host a frown when death arrives from self inflicted strife
That began when he did choose the dollar for his bride
Love be not found beneath the veil of immoderated coin
But rather in ones heart and soul and costs man not one dime
Love,faith and hope, man's greatest wealth when the three adjoin
Bring rich possession to man's life eternal in it's time
If life be long upon this land or rather it be less
Love out weighs the worth of gold for God will see us blessed
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