Rich in hand, dead in heart
the one who only buys the art
where money wins, and nature’s beat
they don’t even keep the receipt.
They cry you moan, complain and bitch
wond’ring what it’s like to be rich.
But even though possessions few
They’d be so happy if they knew
that items, riches, currency,
are not needed to be happy
in fact, the biggest fortunes hide,
inside adventures not yet tried.
So keep your damn expense report
while I go out and bravely sort
through all the trash to find my treasure
the search, indeed, my one true pleasure.