In his boyhood years dismissed by many as an ordinary fool
But a billionaire in his forties the once dunce of the school
From the humblest of beginnings he scaled the heights of success and fame
His face on any newspaper recognizable without to it his name
Of the praises of the once poor boy of the poor suburb the masses did sing
He knew of the fame and adulation that money to one does bring
With two lovely teenage daughters and a beautiful and devoted wife
He had all of the things most people desire of life
The former dunce of the classroom and son of poor parents from the poor side of the town
Through his genius at making money reached the pinnacle of success and renown
But money does not guarantee one happiness as the wise one does say
From a self inflicted fatal injury his funeral took place today.
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
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