A man has little
Even with his gold
Even with his jewels
Diamonds and rubies,
Emeralds and pearls,
Heaps of riches, the poor man owns
It's been days.
Since his sun has shown
Days upon days upon days
When days turn to weeks, is it long?
When weeks turn to months, is it long?
When it becomes years, is it long?
Have your riches, I have no need of them.
Have your gold, I have spent my fill.
Have it all, it will do no good.
The words of a wise rich man.
It's been decades.
All the gold could not fill
All the diamonds not replace
The chasm left in her wake
For of what use is riches,
When you have none to share with.
Signed, a Stupid Man.
