The flawless decor of the rich
Can keep their sleeping kids in style;
But all of that won’t give kids warmth
Or make the moments worth the while
That they might spend with parents who
Spend all their lives on margin’s call:
While love is riches, strange to say
Mere riches are not love
At all
A friend of my son’s
Still remembers this house
Because I ordered them pizza
When he spent the night here
And I ordered him one of his own
He’d never had a pizza of his own before
And hasn’t had many, since
He’s grown up now
But that is still
His idea
Of real wealth
And it kind of makes me ashamed
Of some of the things
I’ve attached importance to
