The Rich Man's Woe

He is rich, famous and well known.
Everything in the world he owned.
Everything a man could ask for,
But his heart sometimes still moaned.

He stood there, watching,
Over the beautiful garden outside his house, grand,
Wearing his branded evening wear,
The expensive gold ring shining in his hand.

In his personal garage, the boy now cleans
His pride, his fleet of seven Cars.
Again The strange thought crosses his mind,
Bringing to life, his heart’s same old Scars

He tries to avoid them, but again
He thinks about his past, his life.
His childhood, his school, his youth,
The day he had first met his wife.

He feels strange, he feels alone,
Holding in his hands the glass of his expensive wine,
His mind races back, reminding him
The days of his youth gone by, the days fine.

He remembers his books, his toys,
The days spent in the company of his friends.
Amidst all the money and gold,
Feel lonely, his heart sometimes tends.

He shivers, and feels cold,
The cool sea breeze sweeps across the floor,
Even after all the fame and money,
His heart still asks for more.

What good is all his riches, he thinks,
And wipes from his eye, that solitary tear,
This loneliness, this pain,
Is much more than what his old heart can bear.

If only God gave him another chance,
To turn the pages, and Go back in his life, old,
For the company of his good friends,
Happily, he would give up the all world’s gold.