Gail White

Moneysong

Money won’t buy you the moon and stars,
But diamond rings and enormous cars
And fancy drinks in exclusive bars,
Can all be purchased with money.

The dog and the cat that you adore —
Money won’t make them love you more,
But it keeps the wolf away from the door,
Which is why I wish I had money.

I’d have a fabulous London flat,
A house in Provence and a Persian cat,
And I’d give up being a Democrat,
If only I had enough money.

When all the sins of excessive wealth
Had left me ruined, by speed or stealth,
I’d still have memories of my health,
And the fun I had with my money.  
 

Who Knows?

They say my cat, less wise than I,
is not aware that she must die,

but watching her grow old and fat,
I give more credit to my cat.

Mature and saner than I am,
she knows, but doesn’t give a damn.