Tom Zart


A NATIONS WEALTH


A nations wealth is not it's wheat, oil or gold
But the people who live there both young and old.
Their wealth is a product of mans daily toil
Be they swing wars saber or plow God's soil.


Our riches can certainly grow their own wings
Though it's love that keeps us happy not things.
When we become rich beyond our wildest dreams
That's when Satan always pursues us it seems.

Let no one fall victim to their surplus wealth
For when it happens they'll find they've lost their health.
All wealth either serves or governs its holder
As we who strive wear life's cross on our shoulder.

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Submitted: Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, January 22, 2014

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