The Old Man

The wind blows and the leaves sway around

As the old man sat with little on hand

Despite his age, he's got no child to send on Errands

And he has no asset on which to expand

And he continues this way all year round

Going back to history he wasn't ever like this

He was as wealthy and influential as you can ever think

His clothes were embroidered with silver linen

And when he speaks everyone listens with no hesitation however tiny

And of all the problems he has excluded is money

At Average age, he was a man of great pride

He looks low on anyone whose way he strides

People come up against him but he was always right

And there is nothing to which money is attached that he couldn't buy

What he never knew was that no condition is permanent

That he who leaves on a skyscraper could drop as low as pavement

Once in his house, there is always celebration even if there is no cause for merriment

And he lost all of this as if it came to buy enchantment

As he watched people he had looked down on turn into wealthier men.