If I had ninety million pounds,
I’d buy a huge mansion with acres of grounds.
I’d hold splendid banquets
I’d invite foreign kings
And show off my jewellery
And diamond rings.
I needn’t work hard, I’d just be a loafer
And often I’d summon a very smart chauffeur
To drive me in style
To the fashionable towns
Where I’d purchase some beautiful chic evening gowns.
I’d move up from being just one of the plebs
To mixing with film stars and glitzy celebs.
I wouldn’t be seen eating junk food or chips
I’d eat out in style with my friends at the Ritz.
I’d dine on fine wine
And high-class cuisine
And then I’d sail home
In my smart limousine.
I’d then read Who’s Who for that would be vital
As, now I’d be mixing with folks with a title.
I might do some work – just one day a week
Perhaps – I would open a trendy Boutique.
Just think, just imagine
How grand that would be –
Living a life of pure luxury.
So, now I’ve decided that this is my mission:
To be very rich – yes, that’s my ambition.
if I just had a tiny flat,
I’d be so overjoyed with that.
I’d buy an old sofa,
A squashy armchair.
They wouldn’t be new
But I just wouldn’t care.
I really can’t say I would not mind at all
If I didn’t have a carpet to fit wall to wall
Perhaps I could manage a second hand rug
I’d display some dried leaves
In my mum’s old cracked jug.
A large sturdy box
Would serve as my table
Until I were richer
And then I’d be able
To buy something better –
Yes, something more grand –
But then, it would probably be second-hand!
I do not crave for more and more
Though I sometimes wish I weren’t so poor
How do you measure, achievement, success ?
By wealth or by fame or by great happiness ?
I couldn’t survive without a true friend –
Someone who’s loyal, on whom I depend.
And if a good friend is what I can be
Then, that would be very important to me.
So, honestly, I just do not care
If I’m not a multi-millionaire.
I’ll search and pray that I might find –
The greatest gift
That’s peace of mind
Rita Croft. Nov.2007