A packet of sweets which make me became fat,
Or a gym membership, where prayers could be where it’s at.
Perhaps I love money more than you?
Not even possible, you are my provider, not always that monetised gain
Blinded by the truth, that’s where I use my heart and brain.
Perhaps a lottery win
That will buy me happiness, that’s what I crave?
Then again a prayer to my brother and sister, the ones which are far and few enclave.
Remember… love is God
And god is love,
If other things make you happy, then aspire it’s gain
Yet, the spirit inside needs to remove a stain.
Jason
2nd January 2023
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