If I Were A Rich Man Poem by Andrew Matthews

My room smells of cigars
like a lottery winners study
it smells of money burning.

I like a cigar now and then
but i'm not rich
I haven't got money growing in a bank
or some offshore account.

It will probably be the thing
that kills me
but I can't be sure, who can?

But when the grim reaper eventually comes
I will go willingly
with just one regret.

I have had hardly any love to love
Apart from the magical girl from the past
She is the only one for me.

She is honest and true
I know this for sure
I can't wait to meet her again.

If and when I do
I will be true to her only
I know now I will.

I can be sure of that fact
because I am a loyal, honest
citizen of her.

It is not self hype
I love her with all my heart and my soul
I only wish she knew.

I hope she will not know this until I tell her
and we will be together
I hope, I wish.