King of the World
Saw an old beggar with cup in hand
Pleading for coins ragged old man
Bald and toothless sight all but gone
Dropped him a coin he told his song
Once I was powerful and ruled the land
Anything I desired was at my command
Gorged on feast wine women and song
I was King of the World to me it belonged
I lived in palaces and ruled the World
Life and death at my finger's twirl
Every decision I utter from my lips
In scrolls great scholars dutifully kept
I wore robes woven of the finest gold
Legends and songs of me were told
Masses adored me treasures piled to the sky
Great statues of me were mountain high
Listening of tales from one ruined and humbled
The arrogance he spoked made truth crumble
He rattled his cup pathetic and sad
Apologizing it was the only coin I had
I left the old soul on the corner street
Never staying to learn of his defeat
But if life leaves you down and awhirl
Why not believe your King of the World.
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