Money

a poem by

Jayati

Money is bad
When one never had

Money is good
One can buy food.

Money is treasure
Secure with a tether in measure.

Money borrow lend
Lose Shakespearean friend.

Money lost cause disgust.
Money found luck is abound.

Money behind
For the child, grandchild

Money makes, makes life live.
Money thrives, banks profit.

However, the greatest problem of money is
Money does not grow on trees.