For some-of I-they have no need,
For others-in me-they find neverending greed.
Some-they give me away as aid,
Others-they do bid me to be paid.
For some-I am known to be evil,
For others-they do gather me up like a weasel.
However you may view me,
I admit-I am not the key.
For to have life therein,
You need but to look within.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Haernos, in the year 62 MA.