I Would Have it All

A poem about riches.

I would have it all, my riches do implore me.
I grasp at what I see, everything before me.
If I could have it all I would;
In all truth, I think I should.
So I gather my workers, I build my tower
and the people bear witness as I display my power.
Amid trumpet blast and the sweetest perfume
I ascend my tower to the highest room.
But there I observe, to my utter dismay
the earth, my possessions, fallen into decay.
Alas! I have not the strength to journey back down
so I sit in my chair, and I take off my crown.
Here do I remain, day after day
And just as my riches passed, I too pass away.