All the gold and
riches Daddy made,
Have done to me, more
harm than good.
The calling of a
dollar, I eagerly obeyed,
But happiness was
something, I never understood.
Oh how I loved the
lime light, and the company of rich folks,
I, the prodigal son,
who played so well, the part of clown.
I kept them all in
stitches, plied with drink and smoke,
As I led my jolly
caravan, all about the town.
Fast cars and faster
women, were at my beckoned call,
Just a snap of my
fingers, lay them at my feet.
Though I sat tall in
my saddle, I was riding, for a fall,
Never could play by
the rules, always had to cheat.
Once I had a wife, she
was a keeper I would wager,
Had hair of silk and
eyes that twinkled bright.
But my antics and
behavior, seemed only to enrage her,
Then she left my
gilded tower, when she finally saw the light.
But my pals, they
still love me, because I’ve got lots of money,
When I foot the bill,
They all tell me that I’m swell.
All the guys pat my
back and the girls, they call me honey,
You bet, I’m always
smiling, truth is I live in Hell.
I’ve never had a
callous, upon my hands so soft,
Never spent a day,
toiling in a filthy ditch.
I never saw the
wonder, in the Moon and stars aloft,
Never had to work or
worry, never found my niche.
The misery is killing
me, Somehow it has to end,
I’m headed for
oblivion, down the road I trod.
I need so much, but
most of all ,I need a friend,
He’s been there all
along for me, I found my friend in God.
Michael J
Barker 2003