game of life

I caught a cloud in my hand amonge a storm  and a lightning bolt in my teeth a wave beats in my cheast  like the undercurrent of the sea a tigers anger  a lions hunger  a smile in a cyclone  a diamond in a blizzard  a trophy for comeing last  am I a failer  as I came first  in the game of life  as I am poor no money in my pocket or material  things  but I feel so rich  as the green eyed monsters  with there million dallars  is there wealth  no cigarettes  or a midnight feed  for me but I came first in the game of life  I hold a cloud in my hand and  a lightning bolt in my teeth  a trophy sits on my mantle piece but my pocket is empty but I came first so in my eyes I am a man of substance