Money
Geoffrey Schmitt © 2009
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Not the coins in your purse
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Not the hundred in your hat
D
Not the plastic in your pocket
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Not the extra in your stash
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Not the IOU you’re holding
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Not the marker that you owe
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Not the bread that you are baking
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No not even in the dough
It’s the coin of human kindness
It’s the bank account of love
Where deposits are important
And withdrawals are seen above
Where your mother and your father
Your neighbor and your friend
Count your spending as investment
With rewarding dividends
Now brother let me tell you
It’s as plain as plain can be
That we all need lots of money
And hope to find that tree
With leaves like Abe and Andy
Or maybe even Ben
So we can buy the candy
Have all the toys in the end
But when it comes to living
Or dying in the end
The bank account of loving
Is more valued by a friend
Doesn’t matter what your net is
No one cares about your stock
It’s your bonds of human kindness
That are solid as a rock.
