The Rich Man's Headache(from My Yet To Be Published "aphorisms For The Mind"

When younger he was in the days of olsd
Days still ahead he wished before him could unfold
And many sweet dreams about the furure
Would he in his naivety(of then)nurture

Hewished strongly that it could run,time
And success in life could so quickly come
Fame and wealth very soon to savour
Were fantasies his breast would harbour

Into reality his dreams had now turned
Thedreams he (then) in his childhood nursed
Success wealth and fame he had tasted
But to part with them hedetested

But with the inevitable end so apparent
So the more are his nightmares frequent
And that time could turn sluggish
Is just his present-day strong wish

His heart thumps his head aches
When reminded that numbered are his days
Like the waves towards the pebbled shore sprint
So to their end hasten our minutes