Money is a Useless Thing When the earth passes away from all our greed and apathy, what will our treasures be then? Precious metals, jewels, and coins alone offer no kindness, Or shelter; They offer no air to breathe, They offer no protection from starvation, They cannot ward off death. In the end money is in fact a useless thing. I’d much rather have friends by my side, A roof over my head, Fresh air, And food on the table. In that day our only hope will be in seed and sweat; In new life and living things.
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