Greed When we were born with no possession, the love received was our concession, no worries, no fears, no troubles, no fuss. In mothers arms we put our trust. But as we grew, we looked and craved, and all too soon became enslaved. The more we saw, the more we wanted. Our quest for more became undaunted. Our thirst for more could not be quenched . The more we grasped, the tighter we clenched. We scampered and gathered and gathered to hoard, possessions became our master and lord. And when were old with our treasures all heaped, a sad example of what greed has reaped. Our fists still clenched in a grasping motion, till at our death, when our hands are opened
Posted on: Wed, 08 Oct 2014 08:09:08 +0000
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