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




Written for: Β  with the prompt “father”

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Author: Al Lane

Writer, Poet, Daydreamer

20 thoughts on “My Father Was A Rich Man (poem)”

      1. I know, me too. Hard not to when I see planes fly off every day and Ferraris drive by. But… I don’t envy the Ferraris so much. The travelling… a bit more πŸ˜‰

  1. Excellent interpretation, the trappings can indeed turn out to be a trap, although those that don’t have them often wish they had, and then, when they do get them, it can be too late to realise their mistake…

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