The Secret To Money and Power
You need it, u want it, just to know how it feels
You’re tired of your hands shaking every time you handle the bills
You always have just enough to get by, but not past
You’re tired of wondering how long your credit will last
The secret to money and power:
Wasting not your mind on poverty another hour
The secret comes to the one who is most proud
Of whatever he or she affords to have around
If a broom is all you have, just smile and grab it
Sweep the floor clean, and you may find a coin to eat
The secret to money and power:
Living in a shack, but imagining it is a tower
The only thing to fear is fear, someone once said
Look at everything as if, it has all been paid
Where there is a will there is a way, all debts will clear
If every minute all the while, you choose to be of cheer
The secret to money and power:
Dropping your worries and picking up a pretty flower
You don’t need to be a billionaire, or be the pope
But you can be anything you want, if you nurture that little hope
Yes, that little hope, that comes and goes
Let it stay and never go, and watch yourself become a boss
The secret to money and power:
Singing a happy song while in the shower
Peasants have often become landlords, and vice versa
Lepers have survived plagues while champions die of cancer
For playing along or against this little secret
There is a reward to reap, or some empty regret
The secret to money and power:
Removing what makes your thoughts sour
Copyright © Jack Nganga | Year Posted 2015
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