Wearing worry about money like a hair shirt

I lie down in my bed and wrestle with my angel.

My bank-manager could not sanction my continuance for another day

But life itself wakes me each morning, and love

Urges me to give although I have no money

In the bank at this moment, and ought properly

To cease to exist in a world where poverty

Is a shameful and ridiculous offence.

Having no one to advise me,

I open the Bible

And shut my eyes and put my finger on a text

And read that the widow with the young son

Must give first to the prophetic genius

From the little there is in the bin of flour and the cruse of oil.~

Money Can’t Buy You Happiness 😁Facebook Madness 😁


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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