A Truly Wealthy Man Poem by Alan Cooper

I know of men, of untold wealth
Who are as miserable as sin,
Whilst I, although in most unceratin health
Are surrounded by loving kin.
Three generations of my genes
With smiles and cheeerful care,
Pay heed, to every wish, and need,
Make me most welcome there.
Such families are rare these days
Most are selfish, full of greed,
Undeserving, of any praise,
Heedless of others' need.
But Celtic blood flows through our veins,
Whence comes comes the mystic care.
Celtic love, it knows no reins,
It's steadfast, always there.
Am I, not more wealthy then
Than all these richer men?