Discontent (Rich)
By May Kwek
Oh they say to be rich
Is indeed to have it all
Luxurious homes, a yacht or two
And money that piles up tall
But every where I tread
I must have bodyguards
In case some kidnappers
Seek to with my money part
Relations are strained
They want me to quickly die
So that during the funeral
They can take the money and pretend to cry
My children are spoiled
They have never known want
And because of this wealth
I can never say “can’t”
Then I hide in my business
It is something I can do
Or hide in wealth and splendor
I can do that too
And forget about my troubles
And all the arguments and strife
And for a moment
Say I have a happy life
Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek
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