I hope my impact sticks longer than the money
More money, more pain
This is lame
Why do I have to play the rich people's game?
But I don't work for earthly gains
I'm heavenly made
Obsessing over money is a shame
Worrying about bills
Why living ain't free?
Who is to blame?
Just trying to live out my life purpose
That comes with a lot of hard days
But I don't worry because the Lord will make a way
I trust His plans and do whatever He say
It will all work out in the end
I am more valued than (money )
About the Creator
L.I.E
Hey, I'm Emily! Thanks for reading. Hope you read something that inspires you. Or something that you find relatable.
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Great poem, Emily. Money is the poison of the world.