Look At You Haven'T You Done Well

Look at you haven't you done well

With your custom built library office which smells if rich mahogany and many leather bound book's

Isn't it amazing what money can buy 

An entire room of book's for the ignorant and illiterate

A country mansion and more cars than garages and bespoke suits and watches than day's in the week

With a trophy wife in check to adorn his arm

And blessed with everything he ever dreamed of

He still remained unfulfilled

As all the money in the world could not buy the 1 thing he craved left remaining

None of which he owned was earned

His wealth his house his car's his freinds his wife

At the end of the day it was all inherited

And therefore worthless
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Flaherty Avatar
July 9, 2020 at 7:00 PM
Ta always and cheers my mate You have strengthened my resolve to keep on writting at all and to strive to write better. So thank you David much obliged and appreciative as ever
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July 9, 2020 at 2:22 PM
A very good point here Christopher but personally I would never feel it was worthless if given to a worthy person, I know your talking about mega wealth bragging rights and your right they would love to say they made their own fortune, but never can and it cheapens their status, boy you stretch my imagination cheers David
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July 9, 2020 at 7:11 PM
Wrote a poem called No i am Spartacus Check it out if you will please Bud It's my attempt at humour i don't know why but for some strange reason it tickled me and i kind of like it
Flaherty Avatar
July 9, 2020 at 7:02 PM
Replied to myself sorry Bud. My reply above is to you
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