When riches comes, call my attention, I have a story to tell. To thank Her for not been in a haste. For leading my feet to the school of discipline and my hands to hardwork by default, For building my faith on Christ the solid Rock by response, When Riches comes, remind me, I have a question to ask. Nothing so dearly, my heart won't give Sadness so far away because no value to gamble. Creativity, highly esteemed, so we rode on local wagons. At 100, our fathers were healthy, Natural herbs proved potent, unlike our 'so called' improved health care of today. Riches, Thank You!, Your delay made me wealthy. But Riches, unlike Silver-spoon babes, You live in their past, ready before birth, But to us, you live in our Future. Are you not accurate in statistics to see the future, Knowing those who love you and use you for others? From those who love you but use you solely for self? Everyone loves you, you know. Hmmm, Agur's prophetic revelation ...