not every one will be rich

The tree of money

The mind explores eyes glow

Dreaming about it

The sound of crisp notes

It's like the guitar gently weeps

Some play good songs others bad to hear

Though the guitarists playing to form

Some just never cut in the circle

The step ladder organization

Some will have to stay at the bottom

Some will stay at the middle level

Some will reach to the top..

The working adults

The structure stays the same

Not everyone will climb up the ladder

The tree of money some just smell it

The tree of money

Don't hunger for it

It makes you into a devilish clown

Learn to accept not every one will be rich