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