"It's an ill wind that blows no good,"
So said a sage of old.
I've pondered through, but never knew
The truth that he foretold.
In deepest thought you need to dwell,
To fancy good from bad,
It's hard to see, surrounding me,
So many people sad.
The more they get, the more they want,
It seems to be a plan,
He, here on earth, must prove his worth,
Become a jealous man.
He labors hard through-out the years
His neighbors to excel,
Then factories run, and every one,
Has things to buy and sell.
While evil triumphs over good,
Prosperity reigns on high,
Its food for thought, a lesson taught,
Just never question, Why?