I wondered the other night in a dream,
Is life about power and money,
Perhaps currency should be kindness,
Peace a bank of everyday faith
Life a fighting for position and Gold
Over before we are aware,lost in living,
Seeking a peace that passes all understanding,
Can anyone find it? Or are we too busy on our P.C.
Is this the beginning of understanding,or the end,
Can happiness be found in the feel of money
Or perhaps in a small kindness,given from the heart'
We make the choice,but often it is too late
