Money Matters

Money is an illusion, they said

in all philosophical books, I read

Searing the thought into my head and heart

I considered men who lived by it, God's pristine art

But after 20 years of seeing the world

I wonder what lameness I have been sold

and reality has knocked me out cold

I saw money buy bread

High social statuses it bred

A man's attitude and confidence it readily fed

On growing up, I got more to see, how

it even bought bias in a mother's love

Family and friends; old and new

flock to money's odor as if on cue

I have now understood, that I was naive to believe

that a happy man din't need much money to live

I had been smiling all these years; thinking

that people running behind money were sinking

into a meaningless bottom with escape none

but disillusionment, I realize now, was mine and deserve I do of people's mock and fun

Money, I don't need amidst such fuss

people behind it, I couldn't care much less

I want to grow old with not a penny in my pocket

so will try to be oblivious to this repugnant world's racket