As a child I recollect the various conversations thread,

you have the talent to be rich; they always said;

Ohh my tender mind, the big dreams and the illusion,

with time there was less clarity and more confusion;

And as I succumbed to the chaos of over dreaming,

I could sense the heart silent, the mind screaming;

The uniform brought some sanity, and I realized,

that talent continues to sleep unless channelized;

Being rich isn't easy but can be very essential,

and equally important to know how much is substantial;

for money has a tendency to come, leave and come,

but talent when nurtured will stick like some gum;