The checks you cash will never rid your tooth of it's browned imperfections
The ounces you pour will never give your eyelids the tender kiss of sleep they so deserve
The empty words you place in everyone's ear will prove less dense than skin cells, contributing that much to your beauty
The numbers you record will not make your locks hit any further down on your shoulders
Likewise the tips you earn won't save you from your thoughts
You may be rich though;
Rich in memories
Rich in sorries
Rich in imperfections
Rich in leaves
Rich in heart
Rich in beauty
You will be taxed on your emotions and health by the universe one day
The price you put on things will affect the kind of person you aspire to become and the radiance of your soul
If you were rich enough to buy one