Here is a man whose wounds you couldn't feel or share,
a man who lost everything and does not care.
He once lived a very prosperous life,
he had wonderful children and a beautiful wife,
he lived in a spacious house up the hill,
he was rich and didn't stress over bills,
he had any car he desired to drive,
he was the happiest man alive.
Then one day terror struck him,
the lights went blank and his world was dim,
he could not see what was in front of his eyes,
he buckled at the knees and let out loud cries,
in his eyes you could see the look of fear,
his heart cried with pain, but nobody did hear.
He woke up one morning, his heart was in shambles,
for him, he took one too many gambles,
love was the only thing he could not find,
in the end it drove him out of his mind,
love can't be bought by the richest man,
without love, your heart will not make a stand,
this is a story about a rich man who had everything,
but he didn't have love, so his life was worth nothing.
His wife, he had so much passion for,
but there was no love, so after awhile he was bored,
his job was very easy
for him to do,
but he didn't love his job, so he felt like a fool,
he had a beautiful daughter and two handsome sons,
but he was too busy to love,
so there were no memories of fun.
All his life he worked hard,
now his heart is without love, his soul is scarred,
he was too busy to spend time with his family,
day and night all he did was count his money,
his heart over the years slowly turned to green,
his emotions operated like a cold machine,
cheat, lie, steal, and even killed,
whatever he had to do so his accounts stayed filled,
he lived life a little too fast,
love he finally thought about last.
His family decided to abandon him today,
all his money cannot erase the price of pain he'll pay,
he sits in the corner and thinks about what he did wrong,
he always thought his money made life strong,
he stands up and walks to his table,
all this time he thought money made his entire life stable,
he pulls out a gun and draws it to his head,
he thinks about his money as he pulls the trigger, he's dead.
The moral of this story ends like this,
without love in your life, there's a lot you'll miss,
for all the money you dream to achieve
it will in the end only help to deceive,
it deceives you by making you forget all the love you wish you had,
and you will slowly die a long and painful death that is ever so sad.
John
Searles
#R14717
Menard C.C.
P.O. Box 711
Menard, IL, 62259