Wealth
If someone gave me a million dollars today,
I would finish work and go on a big holiday.
Buy a flash car, maybe some more real estate,
take the family and friends on a big dinner date.
I wouldn't have to worry about paying my debt,
buy all of the things I've been unable to get.
Pay someone to tidy up around my place,
While I sit around, drink and stuff my face.
This fantasy I have, well it has some flaws.
One million bucks isn't enough to realise my cause.
With careful consideration I've come to the conclusion,
I need five million more, without any exclusion.
Don't judge me or think that It is pure greed.
I would require that much to fulfill all my need.
After all a million dollars I could spend quite fast,
I need the extra to make these plans last.
After further musing, pursuing wealth is futile.
I doesn't sit well with me, it's just not my style.
I'm actually quite content with my frugal lot,
I don't like buying things and certainly hate to shop.
Having cash and property doesn't make you wealthy.
It's what is made up in your soul that keeps you healthy.
The best things in life have always been free,
like cuddling a child who climbs up and sits upon your knee.
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