I was in dark
I believed the money I make could buy me
All that I need in lIfe for pleasure and peace
My body is now a playground of illness
                
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Regret is always at the end. A well expressed poem. Very touching.
By the time we realise the importance of other things our body and soul takes all the toll to earn money, thoughtful poem 5**
Magnificent.....thank u, dear Poet.....