A fool and his money are easily parted,
This is a truth I have lately
Come to see in actions and events,
From the dawn of the early rising,
To now where my recollections are,
Fond, pale, overshadowed, yet still surprising.
Toil in the paranoia for even the rich,
Fools don’t just wear the colloquial rags,
Some of us live life at a level
Struggling to find the reason for it all.
Who might be this unseasoned fool?
Where being like everyone else is soAwfully cool!