I used to aspire to be wealthy, in a modest way, I discovered, probably too late, it’s all just an illusion, propagated by the ones who can acquire more wealth than our wildest dreams. Three score years and ten and what legacy do they leave behind, just the lust for more power, more wealth.
What a dirty rotten world they have created.
The following isn’t me, by the way, but I’m sure you can bring to mind a few that should travel the path of simplicity.

If Only I Could Convince.

I’ve given up collecting money, it didn’t get me anywhere
Silk shirts, angora coats, monogramed underwear
If I could buy love friendship and understanding, things would have be so different
But even with the wealth I amassed, I still felt insignificant

I’ve given up collecting people, their friendship oh so false
Given up the governments I’ve bought, in exchange for something else
I’m on a path to simplicity, that’s where true happiness lies
The only alter I’ll worship at, is the one where greed finally dies.

All words Meadowhead Bard.