Millions And Millions

When I was a young man, I dreamt of being rich, millions and millions I would make;

I promised myself, I’d work very hard, and I’d do whatever it takes!

I never achieved my farsighted goal ”comfortable”, but not very rich;

But life was okay, as I grew to be old, and I’d found my enjoyable niche!

I never expected those millions to come, as I entered my seventh decade;

But out of the blue, there they all were, but they were the kind I’d rather not made!

They came at a time that I’d least expect, the hour that you went away;

They were the tears that fell from my eyes, that night, and now, every since day!

For you were worth more than any amount, the wealth of my hearts desire;

I lived like a king, so rich in your love, with the treasured  passions of fire!

But now that you’ve gone, I’m a pauper again, for my holdings were invested in you;

My dividends were to pull you so close, and to deposit a kiss or two!

So now I’ve got millions, but you’re no longer here, my pockets are empty and broke;

Except for the ones of my dark saddened eyes, and the tears they daily evoke!

My liquid assets increase every day, for each one, I miss you much more;

The millions of tears that I generate, as my soul has been cut to its’ core!