Purple from the sea snails
Dor was a popular place
Created wealth for merchants
Making plain cloth great
Thirty thousand sea snails
For just 3 grams of dye
The cost was near a fortune
Their wealth would never die
Dor is no more
It didn’t last long
Their wealth evaporated
Now others sang their song
Just like life
It comes and goes so quick
Hard to make a living
Wealth goes very quick
Money, monied people
Man’s measure is all wrong
The measure of one’s true wealth
Are things that won’t be gone
No one can take away
Anything we give
The more we give the more we get
Life is designed that way
How to be a rich
Give all you have
Give to others gladly
Wealth will grow in you
CC 3/19/05