Old man Mooney wanted it all
Would have taken the whole world
Were it for the taking.
Money and Mooney were partners to envy,
Never too much when there's more for the making.
How much is enough?
How much do you want,
Be it money or madness or sex?
How does it perplex you?
When will you be sated?
Confess!
How much does it vex?
If stars in the heavens were in your possession,
If seas rolled by at your command,
If every favor were yours for the taking
Would there still be more you'd demand?
Open your eyes.
Take a wide look around you.
The oceans and stars are still there
Belonging to each of us in their own measure,
Enough for the whole world to share.
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