THE PRICE OF RICHES

When I sat among the rich
At first,I felt lucky,and rich as well
I felt,like I could woo all the dresses for my side
But when I sat with them in their posh cars,I felt sad
When I sat among the rich,I felt pitiable and hapless

I had friends who had wealth and confidence
Women went and came at their call,
Whilst I’m only a poet
Fighting a bitter fight
Fate will not grant me,even leisure with which to write

When I sat among the rich,
They dressed in wealthy and classy robes and suits
The joys of wooing,the could not know,
For money is the refuge for their lasses
My dear reader,their fathers own fortunes!

But when I sat among the rich,
I realized this,that;
No man stops at a rich man’s door to pass a day’s time
No man shouts a “hello!” In the good.
Uncle D
Duncan Kiplimo