Changes

Things are changing ’round this town
Now there’s far less cash around;
“Lubricates one’s life, it does” –
Viewed by most as god because –

That’s the way the world is run;
That’s the ticket to the fun
One can have of first-world fare –
“Get some cash for life is there”.

Middle-class are not that crass,
Just so long as they’ve got cash;
House, and car, and holiday,
Based on job or pension-pay.

“Hope is built on nothing less”,
Goes the hymn; I must confess
It sounds good, but pull the cash,
That’s the point when folks will ask –

“Is there hope in Western Man?
Tell me if our children can
Still engage in life today –
Will they hear the future say –

“ ‘Life still works, come in my friend;
Enter in – the present bend
To your will – engage in life;
Hope still triumphs over strife’?”

Cash to me is how it’s done –
Cuts the guff – where life’s begun;
Talk is cheap until that point,
Then we see whom to anoint –

With the credit for the power
In our lives in trouble’s hour;
Kindness trumps our cash all ways –
God will from the ash-heap raise.

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