Life?

Life is passing us by
-like a floating butterfly.
We all live short but happy lives,
we all laugh we all cry;
but are we content with our lives?
Oh no -we want more and more and more.
We are selfish human beings,
we don't thank Thee for us living.
We want this, we want that
-we want things that we can't have.
I want money, I want wealth
-I want a good job that pays me well.
I want cars which are fast and cool.
I want a ticket to the moon.
I want this, I want that,
I want things that I can't have.
Who needs health, who needs fun.
Who needs a friend with a good heart...
Who wants sunshine, who wants rain
-who wants to walk on a hot sunny day?
Not us (we fools), we don't care,
as long as we can afford all.
Money is the root to life,
money buys all but love.
Money can't bring you happiness,
but gives you grief and bitterness.
People fight, people cry,
people punch one in the eye.
People stab, people rob
-people take what's not theirs at all.
And what's the reason for this all
-but green paper and some gold.
Greedy people want more and more,
they live for money, not for soul.
Life is passing us by
-like a floating butterfly.
We all live short, but happy lives,
we all laugh, we all cry?

~ Copyright © Ozlem Yikici 1995-2013 - written back in 11.02.1995.

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This poem I wrote when I was a wee lass, thought I'd share with you some of my earlier stuff, I'm quietly happy that this reads well still. I haven't altered this (as I believe sometimes raw is better), just some grammatical tidy-up. I hope you enjoy the read and I hope it gets you thinking about what our lives really mean to us. :)