Sonnet- What Use Hath Excess Money?

O spare me Lord from money in excess, And let me never love it more than life; It clothes my body with a pretty dress, But puts my soul in never-ending strife. So, let me never envy persons rich; For wealth can't buy a pass through Heaven's Gate; With time, it grows into an endless itch; Whose sufferings, none can ameliorate. Money gets spent to guard 'gainst men who steal; Forgotten 'tis, wherev'r it lies buried; No wound of heart or soul, it tries to heal; Hatred from friends and foes, it serves to breed. Money can't solve all problems that we meet, Nor can it buy the handicapped lost feet.