HE 'S worth a million dollars and you think he should be glad, <br />Because you want for money you believe he can't be sad; <br />His name is in the papers nearly every day or so, <br />If he wants a trip to Europe he can pack his grip and go, <br />But he's really heavy-hearted and he often wears a frown, <br />For his daughter contradicts him and his new wife calls him down. <br /> <br />He's not dunned by bill collectors, and he doesn't have to fret <br />Though the cost of living's soaring; what he wants he's sure to get. <br />He can order from his tailor three or four suits at a time, <br />And he tips the waiters dollars where another tips a dime; <br />But he really isn't happy as he motors round the town, <br />For his daughter contradicts him and his new wife calls him down. <br /> <br />O, it's folly to sit yearning for another fellow's lot, <br />For he's sure to have some worries that perhaps afflict you not; <br />And it's folly now to wish for any other fellow's place, <br />For it's certain he has troubles that would make you <br />sour of face; And the man who 's worth a million maybe wants to be a clown <br />When his daughter contradicts him and his new wife calls him down.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rich-man-s-woes/
