Rich Old Man

The rich old manWants nothing at allBut the comfort of his moneyAvailable on call.He has no lover,He is far too oldBut his bonds and his equitiesWarm him in the cold.He has no tailorAnd he buys no gear.He totals his investmentsWhen he needs some cheer.He drinks no claretAnd he has no friends.He only talks to brokersAbout his dividends.He owns a BentleyWhich has two flat tyresBut the old man's faxesThey burn up the wires.Buy Emerging Markets,Gold is a SellAnd the old man chucklesWhen it all goes well.And the young folk wonderHow they might switchFrom poor, young and happyTo greedy, old and rich.