Money is not the be all and end all

Some people all they got is money

They cling on to it and hope it grows,

But I am not this could ever make you happy

But what would I know I’ve always been poor,

Yet I have found happiness and love in this life

So as poor as I am, I am still doing fine,

Maybe I’ll accrue more in my own time

But I won’t let it rule my enriched life,

That I’ve built up through spiritual love

And hardship from a life that’s tough.