My hard earned cash make me dash
Into the open; generous being, a pleasant feeling
To share; sing away our cares.
I don’t hesitate to admit, money motivate livings.
Neither insist, agree must the world rest; to my views.
Smell good, fresh and crispy new bank notes-
So do the odor from newly published books;
Verse, prose, history geography and others-
School books with or without hard covers;
Fingers flip pages, whet nostrils, nostalgic whiff
Imaginative, “I can… when I grow up,” days.
Those sweet words, shining pearls, surreal salubrious
Charged batteries, renewed vigor the aroma therapies;
Cured of blues, grateful notes
Epilogue Euphoria’s!