Poem:  Success

Photo credit: Ian Stauffer

I did not come on earth for you to like me:

I am my own boss—with lots of cash in the bank,

Too much to count and life feels good,

Friends I have—maybe temporarily:

I didn’t ask you to love me, that would be nice;

I am my own boss—I am royalty!”

“Can’t you see how much my God has blessed me?”

No one put me to the top;

I work hard to achieve all that I have gain,

Look at my car, my home, my jewelry

Look at how much success I have,

“Having money, I have no misery!”

Empress Journee