Money makes money

That's always been the case

And gives accountants their pot of honey

In their search to find a place

 

That gets more for each pound

Of the sum that's in the pot

Wherever that may be found

They'll be there like a shot.

 

Personal finances are kept mum

Since Mankind got to earn

Its share of any income

Not mentioning money to burn.

 

The poor are always with us

Are words in the Good Book

Now it seems a crime to earn "cash plus"

Without being thought of as a crook.

 

I live life on a pension

But save some when I can

And would happily earn a mention

Among those with more in their can.

 

If some talent saw my income

Increase by many a nought

I'd seek to get the best sum

With no thought of going short.

 

Money makes the world go round

My old mother used to say

In for a penny, in for a pound

Was the sentiment in her day.

 

A movie star or sporting name

And similar types highly paid

Escape the words of envy and blame

That seem so often made.

 

I'll never be with the filthy rich

But so what?  is what I say.

I''ve never had that endless itch

To get more every day.

 

If you're lucky to be blessed

With some talent, gift or skill

That pays you richly to invest,

Who could wish you ill?

 

But when seeking your reward

It makes important sense:

Not to do anything untoward...

And NEVER at others' expense!

.........................................................................