If I Were Rich Poem by Joyce wolayo

A tiny plant in the deepest of oceans
Almost looks like me.

The invisible wind blowing furiously
And unseen almost looks like me

A lost child in the desert trying to find
His way home almost looks like me

My destiny my future stares at me
And I am almost lost in time

I want to be famous and rich
I want to grow my way out of the ocean.

I want to be famous and rich
I want to become visible to everyone around me.

I want to wonder no more like a child
I want to find my home in riches and fame.