The Millionaire
By William G. Wood
Submitted by Jane Madison
While driving home from work one day
My total wealth I did survey
My mortgaged home and ancient car
A bank account not up to par
Furniture from which I fear
We may not get another year
The TV set with stamp-size screen
Carpets with that well-worn sheen
Two suits of clothes not quite threadbare
"All-purpose" shoes that need repair
Sadly then I saw my plight
After twenty years of toil and flight
My Treasure Chest was somewhat small
With house and car and clothes and all
On I drove trance-like I fear
When suddenly my house was near
"Your daddy's home!" I heard her cry
As nine pairs of feet went rushing by
And smothered in arms and curly hair
I knew that I was a millionaire!
By William G. Wood
Submitted by Jane Madison
While driving home from work one day
My total wealth I did survey
My mortgaged home and ancient car
A bank account not up to par
Furniture from which I fear
We may not get another year
The TV set with stamp-size screen
Carpets with that well-worn sheen
Two suits of clothes not quite threadbare
"All-purpose" shoes that need repair
Sadly then I saw my plight
After twenty years of toil and flight
My Treasure Chest was somewhat small
With house and car and clothes and all
On I drove trance-like I fear
When suddenly my house was near
"Your daddy's home!" I heard her cry
As nine pairs of feet went rushing by
And smothered in arms and curly hair
I knew that I was a millionaire!