What do we do when we are rich? <br />When money grows on trees <br />And we don't have to struggle <br />Or worry about how to scratch anymore? <br /> <br />Then where might our worries lie? <br />Under what pile of existential dust <br />Will my discontent find itself? <br /> <br />And how much are the quarters <br />The cost of time having gone by? <br />If I were to become Bill Gates <br /> <br />Would I find, looking inward <br />There's nothing left <br />When worry has been called home?<br /><br />Denis Kucharski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-do-we-do-when-we-are-rich/
