I saw a man in a fancy suit
And asked what wealth meant to him.
He was wearing a tuxedo
And stepping out of a limousine.

He said wealth is a mansion
In the middle of town;
And a fancy convertible
With the top rolled down;
A big, fancy meal
With quiche and caviar;
And being the owner
Of ten or more cars.

I later saw an elderly man
Walking through town,
Who didn’t seem to have anything,
Except what he had found.

He had found a hundred-dollar bill
Laying on the ground;
Started to take it,
But decided to turn around.

He showed me what wealth meant to him
When he gave the money back to a man.
He had followed the tracks
To a big, red van.
He said, “You dropped this, sir;
And I saw it on the ground.”
The man thanked him, and gave him a portion;
And then drove away across town.

To him, wealth was being a good person
And doing what’s right;
Giving back money he found
To make life alright.
I agree with this man
That money isn’t everything;
We should just be thankful,
As long as we have something.