The Richer Man Poem by Brian David Holmes

There is the man whose fought all his life,
who dished out his pain, but left some inside
he's got all the money, fancy cars, and nice clothes
but the thing you don't see is the pain he won't show
then there's the man with no money or nice car
who works everyday to save pennys in a jar
you can't see the wealth, but the treasures he holds
are his loving wife, and son, three years old
the first man goes out and hits all the clubs,
hangs with his 'homies' and deals a lot of drugs
while the other sits at home and holds his wife near
whith the baby asleep he'll whisper in her ear
one has his family, the other, his gang and nice things
But does true happiness come from fancy cars and diomand rings?
Is it clear for you to see, or should I point it out
which man has more wealth than you could dream about?
The rich man is the one who hides behind his lies
But the richer man is the one who can look his family in their eyes.