Real Riches
I want to be rich,
with money I mean
not
Knowledge
or
Wisdom
or
Love.
Just the riches of wealth
while I’ve still got my health
can someone
please
give me a shove.
Point me to the place
where gold is
stacked high
I Know
I’d be
Wise
and
Love
things I could buy
with gold to the sky.
Then my job
I would tell them
to shove.
You may think that I’m mean
and my wish
is obscene
I’ve been
Poor
with
no Cash
to my name.
I’m really fed up
of having to sup
from the dregs
left by
wealthy men’s game.
So forget all the riches
of living life right
to fight
the good
fight
to live
in
the Light.
With money and wealth
you can even
buy health
and a shed full of money
would see me alright!
Ivor G Davies
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015
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