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Jul 2018
When we follow the route to money,
A dangerous destination is at the end.

Believing that there is glory ahead,
Yet a miserable place is waiting.

Greed mixed with anguish is the location,
Bringing on depression instead of bliss.

If we pursue the true feelings of the soul,
We will arrive at the path to happiness.

Coins don’t possess the joy that virtue provides,
It’s the priceless things in life that offers thrills.

Search your heart for the real meaning of living,
Not gold, which can bring on more problems.
Michael LoMonaco
Written by
Michael LoMonaco  35/M/New York City
(35/M/New York City)   
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