To acquire
riches we all
aspire,
Young or old,
it doesn't
matter.
We work at
jobs we really
hate,
We tell
ourselves it
fills our
plate.
We worry over
pockets deep,
For counting
it we cannot
sleep.
And so it goes
day after day,
We work for
gain and also
pay,
But in the
end, when all
is through,
You have your
gold, and it
has you.
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