To Be Rich

What does it mean to be rich?
Is it being able to buy a lot of kitsch?

Maybe it is choosing to fly in a private jet,
Or making an incomprehensible bet.

Lots of diamonds, dripping off you,
Along with a gold ring, or a few.

Perhaps it is five sports cars on the driveway,
In order to choose one for any particular day.

Handbags and shoes by Jimmy Choo,
To make sure people know: #IWantOneToo.

Or is wealth something else altogether,
In a way that is as dynamic as the weather?

Is it the feeling of fulfillment when you go to bed every night?
Or the gratitude you feel when you wake up at first light?

Perhaps it is the contentment of a night in with your loved one,
Or the look on your children’s faces after a day of sun.

It could be the excitement and anticipation of falling in love,
And the certainty of a love that is growing; it fits like a glove.

Money pales next to wealth,
Shopping fades next to health.

Private jets and sports cars,
Not quite like looking up at the stars.

What does it mean, then, to be rich?