A Man Name Plenty

There once was a man name Plenty Living in the land of prosperity Who worshiped his wealth with greed He planted many seeds he believed Only to grow his greed Nothing matter to him Only his need to succeed. As time when by His greed begin to grow stronger and stronger Nothing matter to him at all His wealth was all his concern Greed, greed was in his sight With all his might became his flight Not just now and then This was his greatest sin. One day as time went on He found himself all along No one to call him friend His wealth begin dwindle So he begin to swindle Deprive with scheme to deceive The morning and night Begin to shine bright with fright And his death was in his sight His wealth could not save him Dim, dim was his sight Because he could not see the light.