Money

This world of material things,
 And all the happiness it brings.
 You with pocketful of cold coin and such,
 That all turns to gold with a single touch.
 
Worry-lines like cracks on the windows to a soul,
 Fissure the surfaces with puck marked hole.
 A heart full of penny pinching keeps company,
 While leaving you feeling hollow and empty.
 
Mistrust cowers deep when friendship's at stake,
 Riches your companion while greedy hearts break.
 Purse-strings hold you hostage in a clingy embrace,
 Buy a happy smile for a frown-lined face.
 
What's to show for all the years of hoarding?
 Is all the loneliness and mistrust so rewarding?
 Who will grieve at your bedside when you go?
 Coins in a pocket remain cold, you know.
 
Coffin lids close the same for all,
 Grimm seals you in when he comes to call
 I have an unhappy thought but it’s so true,
 In the end, those riches will only bury you.