He thought that he'd be happy if a fortune he could make, <br />If he were rich he thought that he'd be gay, <br />He often thought it would be nice an ocean trip to take <br />Whenever he desired to go away. <br /> <br />He thought he'd be contented if he owned a motor car <br />And had the price to pay for gasoline; <br />He thought he'd like it to afford a fifty-cent cigar <br />And spend his time a-golfing on the green. <br /> <br />He used to say that he'd be glad if he could ever wear <br />The latest styles as soon as they appear, <br />He had a notion that if he were but a millionaire <br />His life would be one constant round of cheer. <br /> <br />He fell into a fortune. Now a millionaire is he, <br />The luxuries he yearned for all are his; <br />But is he quite as happy as he thought he'd really be? <br />Well, judging from appearances, he is.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strange-44/
