Oft wealth is tied in vast amounts
To the expanse of bank accounts,
How many zeros do you see?
How many commas, one or three?
A picket fence or iron gate,
Success is in the real estate,
The sum of rooms there are inside
Means affluence is bona fide.
How much you make is what you are,
From buttered bread to caviar,
These are the rules that we have learned
With every leaf that we have turned.
Known value lies in things like gold,
The cost of something when it’s sold,
But what’s the price of you or me?
The richness of a redwood tree?
There’s one of me, there’s one of you,
One life to live, one thing that’s true:
Real wealth is not in things you own;
It’s in the love that you have shown.