In a world full of nonsense, where nothing makes sense
I'd like to go back to the old shillings and pence
Where money was something you kept in a purse
And you weren't now looked after by a random nurse
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The atmosphere is murky. Everyone's tense is growing in this word world. This old word is very much materialistic one and many are running behind money. This provokes thought. Where nothing makes sense, there it is difficult to live. We need a pure and beautiful and spiritual world full of sense and righteousness. A brilliant poem is excellently penned....5 stars..