Endless Race

The race for money is

Every man's dream,

It's the only priority

To him, it does seem.

For it he can run high

As well as so low-

Fight with his brethren

To accumulate more.

Being in the race

Makes his energy dim,

The search is futile

And it so tires him.

Nearing the steep

Pit, he has a fall,

Too late he realizes

It was not worth at all.

As his eyes close

For the final time-

Everything remains here

To the last dime!