The Wealthy Family

Top of the tree
Is where they are.
They are in glee,
If they’re not afar.

They continue to grow
Like a healthy tree.
But the two always go
Across the sea.

The rest are lazy
Cause they know they’re wealthy.
Their minds are hazy
And their hearts are unhealthy.

But when they’re all back together,
Their hands are full of money.
It’s for their future,
So they should be happy.

 

 

NOTE: This is the poem I’ve made since I didn’t join the Creative Writing Workshop of The Varsitarian.