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Aesthetic My hard-earned cash
Make me dash
Into the open,
Generous being,
A pleasant feeling
To share,
Sing away our cares.
I don't hesitate to admit,
Money motivates livings.
Neither insisting;
Agree must the world rest,
to my views.
Smell good,
Fresh and crispy new bank notes-
So do the odour from newly published books;
Verse, prose, history, geography and others-
School books with or without hard covers;
Fingers flip pages,
Whet nostrils, nostalgic whiff
Imaginative, "I can…when I grow up" days.
Those sweet words, shining pearls, surreal salubrious
Charged batteries, renewed vigour the aromatherapies
Cured of blues, grateful notes Epilogue Euphoria’s!
This too i enjoy - the finding of pleasure in most useful things. beautiful.
It's easy to denigrate the materialism and greed in this world, something which I've been guilty of in my own writing. The hard task is to extract some beauty from our monetary existence, and you have done just that with this poem. Well done! And yes, "money motivate livings". Love that smell too... ;o)
yes how it does rule lifes. i could though smell the things u described. great poem.
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Sometimes People Forget to Breathe