Mankind wanted barter to earn a living for their need
Though nature gave in surfeit but not enough for their greed

The silver, the gold and the diamonds; they all had their stint
Then someone did the alter and out you popped from the mint

You make them toil and labour like apian for its honey
As finally what one desires is a value for their money

You journey through this world and often exchange hand
All wishing that you would appear at the wave of a magic wand

Some openly mint you while others do it in stealth
The more you get added the more it adds to wealth

Piety makes a decree while evil may enjoin
But aren’t they really two faces of the same coin

If only had you gauged bliss instead of treasure
Love in the world would have no bound or measure

You may have the glitter and shine but after all is said and done
When it came to joy the pauper had it all and the king had none