When you are asked to choose <br />Between love and money <br />As a young girl <br />Born with a wooden - not silver - <br />Spoon, <br />What will you pick? <br />Do not say love, <br />Unless you wish to deceive <br />Yourself. <br />I am told that women <br />Are to be loved <br />But that love is sometimes <br />Too feeble even in her own home, <br />So that when poverty comes <br />In at the door <br />Love instead of struggling him away <br />Flies out the window <br />To God knows where.<br /><br />samuel nze<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/money-is-greater/
