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An Ode to Cash

by Will Marcus

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Will Marcus, the pen name for Stanley William

Rothstein, is an award-winning short story writer and

Professor Emeritus at California State University,

Fullerton. He has taught at Lehman and Hunter Colleges

in New York and published many books, articles,

research papers, poems and short fiction. He has just

completed a series of five poems written in free verse

that deal with the problems of life in mass society.

 



1

Life’s but an entertainment and a game

Where fate and fortune play and offer fame

Here and there a winner gives a shout

And yet so many poor ones do without.

2

Some think this life of ours is all there is

While others thirst for other worldly bliss

Some worship money and the things it buys

While others turn heads upward to the skies.

3

Today men worship money when they pray

And read the finance pages day by day

And build giant altars in their homes to cash

And frenzied greed and gluttony make men rash.

4

What do they say in all these prayers to heaven?

“Why bring me luck that I may roll a seven

And give me more that I may be more, too.

And heed not the music of distant drums.

5

When was pure greed more frantic, out of hand?

When was gluttony more uptight through the land?

Cash reigns supreme, the cause of tribulation

While wealth compels our deepest admiration.

 

How are poor folks to manage in this maze?