I'Ll Be a 'Naire Yet
To be a millionaire
With all of the fanfare
May never be my fate
Since I started too late
Sure I have some savings
But they’re barely shavings
Compared to the stout tree
That a millionaire be
I’m not a malcontent
But I kind of resent
That my saved pile of dough
Is short one more zero
Though I keep working hard
I think that I am barred
In becoming a ‘naire
Which seems so far from fair
But that got me thinking
I’m not a ship sinking
I could become a ‘naire
Maybe one that’s quite rare
How ‘bout a husband-naire
Though with some graying hair
With home as my palace
It has a smug status
Or be an enjoyer
As a great employer
Of huge business affairs
When I’m a boss-inaire!
Or let life unravel
When I go and travel
And visit everywhere
As a vacation-aire
I’ll become debonair
As the best lover-naire
Since something was missing
Like passionate kissing
Yet don’t start concluding
There’s no wife eluding
For in all due fairness
She is my babe-nairess
Yet I cannot deny
I’m that everyday guy
Who is always there
A regular-guy-naire!
And since I do well at
Or rather excel at
I have become that rare
Normal-guy-tycoonaire!`
Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2023
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