She gave him a coin and told him to put it in his pocket. “Why?” said the boy. “To remind you of the days we used to use money.” “But we do use money?” “Here’s to hoping you’re the clever boy who grows up to prove we don’t need it.”
Wealthy? My cave has a view.
Lived the dream; didn’t like it.
There’s no value in wealth; No joy in the coin; No reason for hoarding, Less still for greed; No purpose in want; No happiness in dollars spent, And no pockets in a shroud. I think I shall remain pocketless. Yes, it’s pocketless for me.
Beads of water upon a single blade of grass Diamonds upon an emerald rapier It is all a question of perspective A question of unlimited imagination Over the accumulation of gain Only you will know which it takes To make your heart feel content
Don’t talk of disappointment That the leaders did their best No more could be afforded We had to think of interest There’s somethings more important Than what it maybe costs Like what if there’s no water Or the animals we have lost Material possessions My friends, will come and go But our lives upon this […]