Kenny Gwena Poet I do not know?

If I Could Sing

If I could sing I'd be king
But I'd never wear my bling bling
Or even keep it in a safe
I mean, what's the point?

If I were a king and rich
Wearing the best cloth next to my skin
Perhaps my siblings would look at me
If not for me, for the things I could give

If I had things to give
I would probably be tired of it
Of being rich
Being able to give
I'd be very likely unwilling
An endless complainer
Self declared victim of love 
The kind that follows selfish motives

I'd be sick of things and give
Half of my riches to charity, meet some needs
Watch with a bleeding heart
Because I'd think some was going to waste
Buyer's remorse
It happens all the time

I can't sing but I'm okay with that
The best thing that's happened to me
I mean, look at such and such

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Marilyn Newman July 2, 2017 at 5:22 PM Hey there Kenny What a beautiful rhyme, A rhyme with the value inside one's thought. Indeed what a splendid write. Kenny Gwena July 4, 2017 at 1:12 PM How are you doing Marilyn. Thank you for the positive feedback. I appreciated your comment.