If I had a million dollars,
I’d still be the same.
Many would disagree,
Those who do, I can’t blame.

All that would change,
Is that I would travel much more,
To all the different places,
Where hope can be restored.

I’d provide for those who need it,
And give more than I take.
Honor is most needed,
In this day and age.

A million dollars today,
Is called a small amount.
It is when it comes to consuming,
But not when every meal counts.

If every answer was like this,
And people would give and not buy,
Then we’d live in a world,
Where every spirit can fly.

This poem was written/submitted by Christopher Price.