The poor man sighed
Is this what they mean
by the gods will
Can't he see all
These mouths to fill
The politicans Son
Grew strong and fair
Boasting great wealth
Of a multi millionaire
A motto for him
Make others your slaves
Live life to the full
It could end any day
His wealth brought titles
A massive living space
It brought him a wife
With a sweet angelic face
They travelled so far
All over this world
But something was missing
From his heart of stone
The love of a human
He was terribly alone
He spurned his wife
And distrusted his god
His life was meaningless
Gold was but candy floss
The poor man worked
In dirt and the factories oil
He married for love
The girl of his dreams
Their needs were simple
The very basic of needs
This lightened his load
Down lifes high road
For love was their strength
As through the ages they went
They lived out their days
With a life thats well spent
Now, he died with a smile
Cast over his lips
And a look of hope
Shone within his eyes
For after all
When said and done
Who was the richest
Of both these Sons ?
Peter Wicks
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