Topic: EIGHTY FLOORS
Most of us know that true wealth isn't measured in dollars & cents, and there are many sad examples of people who never learned that essential life lesson. I recently read of two people quietly conversing during a wealthy man's funeral, when one of them asked a question of the other:
Question: "I wonder how much he left behind?"
Answer: "All of it."
EIGHTY FLOORS
Looks at those insects, 80 floors below …
He gloats with sociopathic pride.
He grunts and he growls and defiantly snorts,
There must be a tactic, there must be a way,
There must be an angle, to increase my pay,
From the pockets of those insects 80 floors below.
Look at those insects, 80 floors below …
He seethes with psychopathic hate.
He schemes and he plans and ambitiously snorts,
It's mine for the taking, they're just in the way,
It's my net worth, time to seize the day,
From the pettiness of those insects 80 floors below.
Look at those insects, 80 floors below …
He frowns with germophobic dread.
He hides and he cowers and fearfully snorts,
I can't go outside, I can't have a friend,
I might catch something, I'm alone till the end.
Horrified by those insects 80 floors below.
Look at that insect, 80 floors above …
They sigh with sympathetic calm.
All he worships has only made him blind,
He's not known love, he's not known joy,
I feel bad for him, he's truly quite poor,
So sad, so alone, 80 floors above.