you can't hold it
when it's hot
can't hold it when
it's hot
let the money burn
you don't know
everything
and you have
got a lot to learn
you have just
got to
let the money burn
you can't always
be first
sometimes you have
just got to
wait your turn
and watch
the money burn
money ain't nothing
but a piece of paper
dont let it be your God
don't be it's slave
don't let it
dig your grace
let the money burn
just let it burn
let love return
and let
the money burn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A coin is flat When it rests on the ground At the end of spin. A beautiful and well penned poem... Thank you for the poem being shared...