I don't want to be rich, and forget about the Lord.  I prefer to stick close to God, always on one accord.
I don't want to be rich, and turn against my friends.  Finding myself all alone, in the very end.
I don't want to be rich, never getting any sleep.  This will wear me down, causing me to get weak.
I don't want to be rich, changing my attitude.  Instead of being kind and nice, I'll end up evil and rude.
I don't want to be rich, not caring about others.  Forgetting that you have siblings, called your sisters and brothers.
I don't want to be rich, if it's going to change who I am.  The time to make this confession known, I rather that it would be now.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing