Paper🫴🏿

Paper made, But value held, Diamond to most, Precious to all, For absence of it, Turns life incomplete, Striving struggles, Weeping sorrows, For life has placed such a pedestal on it, Many struggle, Many strive, But few possess, That which is priced, Owned by few, Wanted by all, A gold perhaps, But only to the daft, For ancient book teaches, It's love produce the root of all evil...