“I want to be rich!” the small boy said
as he wished upon a star
And the wise moon whispered back,
“You already are.”
“I wish to be rich!” the small boy said
to the dandelion seed.
And the wind it rode on answered,
“You have everything you need.”
“I want to be real rich,” the boy said
as he pocketed a penny.
“Look around,” his teacher said
“Your gifts are real and many.”
“I hope I grow up rich,” he said
when he pulled the dry wishbone.
“See them now,” his grandpa said
“Your gifts are yours alone.”
“Please make me rich,” the boy repeated
when he bent his head in prayer.
God said, “You’re rich in love, my son,
That’s infinitely rarer.”
“You’re braver than you think you are
and smarter than you know.
You’re wealthy now, my own sweet child,
Your talents made you so.”
