Post by Colour or Lour™ on Sept 22, 2008 16:46:19 GMT -7
There was a man
when he was young
dreamed about
what was to come
he saw the world
and pictured gold
he wanted more
and love he sold
The years went by
there was a boy
lived on his own
when he turned eighteen
He saw the world
and pictured himself
a successful man
with a briefcase
The boy grew up
he was a man
he'd gotten it all
all that he owned
He saw the world
and still wanted more
He was greedy and cold
and bitter and sore
The day he died
there was no one to care
his funeral was short
none shed a tear
He'd seen the world
and never seen light
He'd gotten rich
Died poorer that night
when he was young
dreamed about
what was to come
he saw the world
and pictured gold
he wanted more
and love he sold
The years went by
there was a boy
lived on his own
when he turned eighteen
He saw the world
and pictured himself
a successful man
with a briefcase
The boy grew up
he was a man
he'd gotten it all
all that he owned
He saw the world
and still wanted more
He was greedy and cold
and bitter and sore
The day he died
there was no one to care
his funeral was short
none shed a tear
He'd seen the world
and never seen light
He'd gotten rich
Died poorer that night