All for Me?

I often wished for wealth untold until
an evil genie listened and poof!
Piles of money appeared in front of me.
I touched; I counted; I made a mountain
which I climbed and slid down the side.

Then came knocking at my door
people I had never known or heard about.
All had hands out expecting me to share.
All wanted my money because they
expected me to make their lives easy.

Afterward a hoard of government
people and tax agents appeared,
with their hands out, too, not wanting,
but demanding I give them their due.
Why had Uncle John left me his loot?