This poem seems to voice every concern I have ever had about money. It talks about how we lose all that we have, and yet we continue to work for it even more. What's the use of working if all our wages will disappear? Simple, because it is the want and need of something that keep us who we are, and make us do what we do. It is this want and need that separates us from the poor. The poor being those who have nothing and desire nothing. As long as we strive, we continue to exist as we are.
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