If I Were Rich

If I could have all the money that I wanted
Why, I would choose some place to live
Some place not so descriptive
Some place seen by most as being oh so reclusive

Mind you I mean not a house so haunted
I mean rather, to say, that I would use all my money
To build for myself, a spaceship, one with a chimney
A dream room, a dream bathroom, a tv room and a library

Yes indeed, I would do so
And off I would go
Off into the deep space
In search of the one from whom life does flow

Yes, in my spaceship, life would be merry
I would bring with me, a cook and a nanny
They would cater for all of my needs
And of course, food will be available, in great quantity

Why, in my spaceship, I would spend my time working out
I would read, pray and paint
There, I would have an eternal lapse of time
To make up another and another rhyme

And I know I would reach it
There where life does be a treat
I would find it
That abode where does live the Maker of Man!

I would hope and trust my instinct
Yes, I would, indeed
For the Great does be so good
So merciful and I am sure He would lead me to His Hideout!

13 November 2015
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Yuhas Avatar
November 22, 2015 at 5:46 PM
Really enjoyed this read Anoucheka, thanks. Pete Yuhas
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November 13, 2015 at 11:00 AM
I can give you the directions to His Hideout....it is what this Life is all about....so listen close to what I am about to say....no matter how you do it, you simply have to Pray....as well as be the Blessing to your neighbor....that way, your spaceship wont even need a light saber....I don't know how to spell it....lol....but that was Beautiful anoucheka
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