Wealth & Posterity

Very very very vehement, exhaustive, in a rudiment nature--

seeking fame and fortune, and with it, money's acre.

Benjamin Franklin thank you much

but we've lost a truth, your idyllic touch.

The loot to behold we are now finding,

Is the pedestal, a contract, with binding.

It used to be an exchange of simpler forms...

Experience,
Knowledge,
A dogged choir.

Dusted off and refit, in a world of galore.

Planting new seeds with exigence now, saving a resourceful world.

Delivering deeds of recompense,
Although abundant; we find--
it just makes sense.

Finances flow and to each their own river

At 10% in pie, that's another's paltry sliver.

An ode to money perhaps; a reminder left to cost.

Evolving, and befitting.
Something anew, but never lost.

Enter in good ethics!

That although- imperfectly roundish,
Slices through with vital conscience.

This golden mean or saving prospect!

A closer 3rd world,

Leading America, generous offers!
Living on less, and single dollars

That shiniest corner,
A space in our hearts
We might now reserve,
For wealth as an art!