6 figures

Why do I need money?

Do I need to be rich?

Money is just paper,

materialism‘s bitch.

But to be rich at heart,

investing in my mind,

wisdom from listening

experience a lifetime.

 Deposit hugs and love,

crayon drawings for the fridge.

Not sports cars and watches,

or the escorts I did.

I want to spend my love,

on family and friends.

Not at the mega mall

where the sale never ends.

I can be rich.

Rich with memories,

cashing out the wisdom

from all my life market receipts.

So,

why do I need the paper?

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