Sense Of Self Poem by Nicola Kelly

Sense of self

He was a man of great wealth,
In a mansion living by hisself,
His former honey had only wanted his money,
With no one to trust but oneself.

A big winner of the lottery,
Had revealed to all his identity,
Was a plumber by trade now a millionaire made,
He wanted to return to obscurity.

Initially it had brought him happiness,
Without a care to care less,
He didn't have to try as he could just buy,
Anything or anyone with no stress.

He wanted to be loved for himself,
Opposed to riches can bring in itself,
Becoming what he did hate no longer could he relate,
As he'd lost his sense of self.