Money Is Honey Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

In golden guise, a sweet allure it weaves,
A tempting nectar, sought by all who strive,
In commerce's realm, where fortunes intertwine,
Money's honeyed essence keeps desires alive.

Like bees that buzz with ceaseless industry,
We toil and labor, chasing wealth's sweet prize,
In ledgers' depths, its figures dance with glee,
Promising dreams that shimmer in our eyes.

Oh, money, honey of the mortal soul,
You fuel ambition's fire, relentless flame,
Yet in your grasp, a cautionary tale,
For greed can sour the sweetness of your name.

So let us seek your nectar with wise restraint,
And use your power for noble deeds and gain,
In harmony with virtue, let it paint
A world where honeyed wealth brings joy, not pain.