you have money, money doesn’t have you
i’d like to think if i were wealthy, i would be like you
quiet an unassuming trying to do the best you can do
regular ”Joe” quietly making your way through this world
i didn’t detect a certain air nor did i see judging stares, a pleasant demeanor as you spoke and shared, that was my impression of you
perhaps the lesson here to be gained, is that being blessed doesn’t make you special
money can’t make one kind, considerate or humble that is something to be learned, and you learned those lessons well
money can’t make you better, but what you do with it your can