Poor Man Rich Man

I went to a poor man's house There was an exquisite car in the driveway I walked up to the grand entryway Rang his doorbell The chimes sounded like cathedral bells He greeted me with a practiced smile Welcomed me to sample his world Together we walked across marble floors Gazed out magnificent windows A truly glorious view Yet I noticed no photographs on the wall A mansion filled with things yet he was all alone We sat and talked Into the night He told me of his great success The trophies, awards and famous guests I could see it was important for him to impress He told me he was living the dream Yet it was only sadness I was seeing He thought more was more So he grasped at the extreme The best of the best He was busy being In the end he only talked about things All the pleasures his money brings Convincing himself as he blindly sings Unaware of his poverty When I look in his eyes I seen misery This house a mosoleum to his insanity He left his wife a while ago They grew apart both fast and slow She raised the kids he never got to know To busy chasing his successful dreams I left his home with heavy heart Unimpressed with all his expensive art More concerned with his bankrupt heart I went to a rich man's house A modest car sat in the driveway The wheels were scuffed from when his daughter learned to park He was at the door before I had a chance to ring the bell He welcomed me into his lovely home with a warm smile Introducing me to his wife and kids We sat in the front room looking out at their yard I commented on the tree house He proudly told me how him and his son had built it together Boys only sign on the door Still his son would play tea party, with his sister there It seems they were an inseparable pair This man had so many stories to share Photographs of family displayed everywhere He was living such a full life So much to be thankful for He appreciates his kids and loving wife I got to see an art collection on the fridge Spending time with him was a privilege He invited me to stay for a meal I said "gladly, that's a great deal" Enjoying myself with a man who's real For he posseses a richness of the soul Not trying to impress by playing a roll Success in relationship his primary goal When I left I had gained his smile Real is real I liked his style A worthy life a truly wealthy guy I turned and waved sad to say goodbye Inspired by Dave Wood's poem "Poverty"