I need to rake in the moolah, life is short,
It'll ensure stability- you gently exhort.
Wealth once accumulated, takes time to diminish,
The race is about survival, from start to finish.
I need to rake in the moolah, life is uncertain,
Without money to flaunt, it's a tad less fun.
I need to up the Joneses, have discretionary spends,
With me on the top, alone, is how I know it ends.
I need to rake in the moolah, life is unlived,
It's an empty canvas, that with money can be filled.
Untethered from work, I can write sonnets at will,
Do charity, create impact, with a note two birds kill.
Money is not the enemy, it is the reasons we covet it for,
Pursue money all you want, don't let it tarnish your golden core.
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