A dollar bill
Thin printed paper
A simple object
That can be a home
Of hopes and dreams
Or a devil
Bent upon
A path of destruction
It all depends
On the hand that holds it
A simple object
That can be a home
Of hopes and dreams
Or a devil
Bent upon
A path of destruction
It all depends
On the hand that holds it
It's rare that e actually think of that "thin printed paper" as an object, isn't it? This is a gem.
ReplyDeleteIt SO depends on the hand that holds it. True words. So nice to see you linking, Robert.
ReplyDeleteSo very true.. A succinct and powerful poem
ReplyDeleteVery true. It is the love of money and not money itself that is evil. I like that you make that so very clear in so few words.
ReplyDeleteTwo & true aspects of money indeed! Nice.
ReplyDeleteThe idea of money has many directions. Money can be everything or nothing, it all depends on if you have it or not. Without it, we are defined differently than if we have it. I enjoyed your words.
ReplyDeleteYes indeed. That simple piece of paper can be frivolous or a fortune to whoever is holding it.
ReplyDeleteScary that it can define our status our value in how others perceive us - or we perceive ourselves...
Anna :o]
And the scale tips yet again, but which way? Your poem is so true!
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