Hear a kid of today it's always the same,
I am afraid to say.No goodbye or see you tomorrow
it's all about them and what they can borrow.
Money spent on useless things, then comes a
mountain of dept and the sadness it brings.
Everything is status, they must go one better
trying to match up to the best go getter.
Then there's some that always want more,
so they live above there means as never before.
These things are out of reach, to a mininum wage
earner but most of that money becomes a pocket
burner to a very early learner.They sometimes think
that money grows on trees, especially when it comes
to those University fees.
When Christmas comes they want the world and his
wife, but don't they realise that we have a life
Our life is for giving and their's is for taking,
but truthfully folks it's all our own making.
sylvia spencer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-endless-quest/
