MONEY
You couldn't tell my grandson from a Frenchman.
And Senators! . . .
I never saw the man I couldn't buy.
When my Ma died I boarded with a farmer
In the next county; I used to think of her,
And I looked round me, as I could,
And I saw what it added up to: money.
Now I'm dying-! can't call this living-
! haven't any cause to change my mind.
They say that money isn't everything; it isn't;
Money don't help you none when you are sighing
For something else in this wide world to buy....
The first time I couldn't think of anything
I didn't have, it shook me.
But giving does as well.
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