The Donald

Some say Trump, He is a builder
That crowds the city streets
Some say Trump, He is a dealer
That frowns His goals achieved
Some say Trump, He is a hunter
With endless taking greed
I say Trump, He is a tower
And truth, His only creed

He worked hard, to make his savings
And never failed to plan
It's His dream, to keep on making
That led to His circumstance
He's the one who won't be shaken
When other's wonder if?
At His goals, He's never tiring
And never fails to give

When your job has been to lowly
And your goals have been far gone
And you think that success is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the center
Far within your troubled soul
Lies His drive
That with good planning, will in time
Become your own