in heaven, where love, not gold, is legal tender.
From here we can’t take forth;
no place up there for money’s worth.
On it angels trample with a smile
for what it’s worth is not worthwhile.
For it’s sake many are uncivil.
“It’s the root of every evil”,
the bane of many a nation,
leading all to temptation.
Man’s material vanity
is stringently divorced from immortality.
Wisdom entails investment
after investigation before commitment.
Save for that rainy day;
quadruple your glory home pay.
If real gain is made in heaven,
no place on earth can be a haven.
meet the poet: Jack Vince
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