A Virtual Millionaire

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    A Virtual Millionaire

     

    Virtual Millionaire

     

    How many times I’ve wondered

    Why do I write these words in Rhyme

    Is it a little gift I have

    That helps to while away my spare time

    For so many  subjects  Oh! so varied

    Have fallen prey to me

    And I try to turn them into an image

    In the hope that others might see

    The message that I’m sending out

    In the pictures that I paint

    Sometimes of very sad moments

    But others of scenes so quaint

    The sadness and the horror

    That is all a part of the Life we live

    Against the Happiness and joy that abounds

    And the encouragement it might give

    To others who dread the hand of Fate

    When dealt what seems a losing hand

    To find out that hope springs Eternal

    And it is then that they understand

    What some may take for granted in life

    Many find a painstaking chore

    But knowledge is a great levelling field

    As misfortune may have hit them before

    But the one thing in Life that I have personally learned

    Great wealth does not Happiness make

    To be rich in the pocket is not always the answer

    When vital decisions you may have to take

    And if I were asked  to give advice one day

    To someone penniless and in the depths of despair

    I’d say if they had Love Health and Friends in abundance

    Without doubt they are a virtual Millionaire.

     

    Dennis Shrubshall   20th December 2009

     

     

     

     

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    Teardrops commented on A Virtual Millionaire

    12-21-2009

    full of humor and warmth and you have said it all when you state money isnt every thing

    shrubby

    12/22/2009

    Thank you young lady for taking the time to read my piece and also for the nice comments. Shrubby

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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