I had a friend who had alot,
And very happy she was not.
Then she lost it all one day,
And now she morns her life away.
I have never had a lot,
And ofte' it's left me in a spot,
But I am sure with banking clout,
Wonderful happiness would find me out.
But in memories, it's the times without,
That warm my heart and stand right out.
Mayhaps happiness has more to do,
With the life you live, than what have you.
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