He has a dozen acres
She has fifteen 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.