As a child, i wondered what is money
Is it a thing thats keeps all in harmony
My father carries in his wallet
I was confused, as what to call it
That coloured piece of paper
He says it vanishes like a vapour

I grew up to be a teenager
I had to be a thrift user
Started using it on my own
Usually worked it as a drone
Got it every month, to use it till the end
An idea of a burger in it, would never blend

I tried to save every penny
With a hope to make it many
To make it look bigger
Though it wasnt a 'thicker'
After a few month i would open my piggy
It made me feel quite a jiggy

Things changed, so did the value of money
All that seems to be funny
As I started to earn a few
My ideas turned to be brand new
I was still a thrift in my own way
Like an old story on a new day

A burger was an easy bet then
And electro gadgets were my desires often
A piggy was replaced by a bank account
Saved all bucks untill it was a big amount
Targetted on a defined buy
May the price be a quite high

One day this value of money will be innovated
My desires will surely be outdated
What i ask for now will change
Tomorrow might be even strange
A home, a car, will join my wishlist
And again I will have to grip my fist

I wondered then and I wonder now
The money will change its value and how
Will I keep chasing it so far
Or will it keep my life ajar
Would it give me some time to rest
Or keep me searching for my best