This must be how Forrest Gump felt when he was riding his lawnmower

Mowing grass for free 

Having plenty of money is one less thing, really 

Life’s better when you’re a gazillionaire 

Because in life there are a lot of things 

Rent, mortgages, car payments and repairs, insurance, and child care

And taxes, always

It seems there is no job that pays – enough 

But really, the purpose of my poem is to give thanks

I feel like a gazillionaire 

I’m not being boastful, no 

I’m just grateful to see the fruit of the good seeds that have been sown

Prices on groceries are numbers 

Yeah, I know they’ve increased 

Today I bought whatever my eyes pleased: smores spread, cold brew coffee, grape jelly, and bread 

Vegetables, milk and meat 

Till my basket was full 

Maybe tomorrow I’ll get my nails painted red 

As October rolls in 

I know one day I’ll be dead 

I’ve been given a good lot 

There’s a man on the median by the stoplight who looks like he’s seen better days

There’s flies in his dreadlocks 

He looks like he’s in a daze 

As he takes a drag from his cigarette

And I recalled to mind a saying I”ll never forget:

If poverty were about money, the problem would have been solved

I didn’t offer that man a banana or even my extra hoodie 

I hope God wasn’t appalled 

There’s still problems for gazillionaires 

What to do about homelessness and fallen pears 

I’m grateful for my lot 

I’ve heard it said that money makes people more of who they are

So I’m pondering now, what’s in my eternal shopping cart?

I hope it’s love and kindness 

And lots of generosity 

What’s the price of these?

Like Mrs. Gump, Bubba, and Jenny

We’ll all end up in the cemetery 

I’m riding my lawnmower now, fulfillment aplenty 

Enjoying my coffee 

But Lord help me, I don’t want to end up empty 

Is it possible to buy wisdom?

God, let my lot and resources be a piston – for good

I want to see that young guy on the corner stand up as he should 

I don’t really think wealth is an enigma

I wish around some things there weren’t such a stigma

Thanks to God I know what love is 

Life is a million mysteries and certainly not fair

All I have is His

I’m just a lowly gazillionaire