Acres

He has a dozen acres

She has seven hundred acres

They have a thousand acres

Of pure land to their name

Maybe I should have some acres

To be like the mammon makers

Proving prudent, nature’s takers

Further fortify their fame

Who are we without some acres?

Not among movers and shakers

Something more like owner fakers

Compared to rest our haul is lame

When the issue isn’t acres

But now fallow fields to labor

And produce fruit for the neighbor

Each their own to play the game

Should I or shouldn’t seek the acres

Depends who profits from the favors

If it just be me who savors

Is it worth staking my claim?

What to do with all these acres

When we leave them once we’re vapors

Someone else, a temporal gainer

Of His earth it so remains.