The Prosperous Fool Poem by James Urwin

Prosperity, often.. only rises in the heart of a fool,
like blistered hands working, too hard a tool.

To gain your wants... and still for more to get,
you can cast yourself... a too big a net.

Caught up in this catch... trying to aid your gain,
the sinking of others, paid for...by your own self inflicted pain.

Want no more than what you need,
excess of anything, only takes from others...and just equals greed.