I know, my dear, I told you that I love you, <br />you hold my hand now, lucky me, as I lay dying, <br />the other one is in the grip of those who would lay claim <br />to having known my most elusive little secret. <br />I did conform, my dear, to all expected standards <br />your dad was adamant that money was the cure <br />of all the evils and the undecided matters <br />he threw it nilly-willy to the silly locusts. <br /> <br />And here I was, my dear, you looked like that great face <br />whose photo had been plastered on banknotes, <br />how can you blame me now in hindsight for the loss <br />I knew but nothing of investments and finances. <br />All I have left is what I see here on my pillow <br />a flabby body with no tits, but bushy hair, <br />I checked this morning with the banker and am sorry, <br />there has not been a resurrection there today. <br /> <br />So, if I told you that I loved you, I was drunk. <br />I cannot be the one that you desire now. <br />And if you weep to get your way with me I say <br />it's only money that will get adrenals going. <br />Can you imagine me, the wizard of the odds <br />make love to you if they have sent a note to you <br />that says dear customer, don't bother to come back? <br /> <br />So please forgive me if i take my mammoth asset <br />to other pastures where rewards are worth their time, <br />I wish you luck, however, and a Latin lover <br />one who has never known the platitudes of time. <br /> <br />Epilogue: <br /> <br />He did not die my friends, he went to his close neighbour <br />who held his hand and then decided all was safe. <br />They're still together after many moons of loving <br />she had no money but the balance was from heaven.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/money-honey/
