My Father Was A Rich Man (poem)

Well, my father was a rich man
So I played rich man’s games
Picking up his torch
Our lives mapped out the same

But misery gets misery
Don’t judge me by my clothes
Inside I am a poor man
And on and on it goes

I have the country mansion,
Fast car and model wife
But don’t mistake the trappings
For happiness in life

Yes, don’t mistake the trappings
For happiness in life

 

 

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Written for: http://andytownend.com/2015/11/02/poetry-101-rehab-father/   with the prompt “father”

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