The night is cold; the world is old,
Time is running out; polluted and cold.
Greed as killed us all! stone cold,
So many People want, Gold! Gold!! Gold!!!

I want More! More!! More!!!
Fill my house till i can`t close the door,
Look at me, i should have more!
I hate those people who CAN`T close THEIR door.

I have a TV in every room,
Mobile phone; an IPAD or two,
I have more! makes me better than you.
Houses with windows for walls,
Furniture and goods set-out like stalls.

I have everything, but i still want more,
Oh why can I still close my door.
I`m dying! I`m dying! give me your breath,
I`ve got so much money!
I thought I could cheat death.

Here i lie in a wooden box,
A pile of earth; no need for locks,
Like the beggars lay dead on the street,
The time has come for us to meet.
At least where i`m going,
I wont get cold feet.

By Jim Noond.