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