I'm calmer now, since I got old,
Life shows you how, as time unfolds;
I mulled the truth of simple facts,
And taught myself how to relax,
Mansions? I have none at all,
Nor servants at my beck and call;
No penthouse on Park Avenue,
Or second home, with ocean view.
I never owned a private jet,
Or frolicked with the wealthy set;
I never was a millionaire,
And that's okay, I just don't care.
Youth's ambitions burn with fire,
As we satisfy each new desire,
Yet at some point, near end of day,
The fire dies, fuel burned away.