A Nation's Wealth! Poem by Tom Zart

Our riches can certainly grow their own wings
Though it's love that keeps us happy not things.
When we become rich beyond our wildest dreams
That's when evil always shadows us it seems.

A nation's wealth is not it's wheat, oil or gold
But the people who live there both young and old.
Their wealth is a product of man's daily toil
Be they swing wars saber or plow God's soil.

Let no one fall victim to their surplus wealth
For when it happens they'll find they've lost their health.
All wealth either serves or misleads its holder
As we who strive wear life's cross on our shoulder.

Washington was blessed with faith, wealth, title and fame
As Americans chose him first president without shame.
Cheering crowds waved flags of trust, support and love
For they believed that 'He, ' was sent by God above!

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