Who Did I Think I Was?

Let me tell you something—

Money always came my way.

I had it all:

Fast cars, racehorses, yachts,

Art on the walls,

Houses too big to feel like homes,

Women, men—

Anything I wanted.

I was the donkey’s bollocks.

The best of the best.

Or so I thought.

But all of it—

Irrelevant.

Meaningless.

Because the one thing I could never buy

Was love.

Now my chance has run dry.

The doctor says I’m going to die.

There isn’t much time left.

I swear, I shout, I scream.

My body won’t redeem.

So I go down the pub,

Drink until I can barely stand—

Beer, whiskey, more whiskey,

Vodka and coke.

Still I feel nothing.

Then I meet a girl.

Or maybe she meets me.

She dances, she sways,

Our bodies touch.

I ask if it’s pretend.

She says no—

And offers me a happy ending.

I pay the price.

It isn’t love.

It isn’t even vice.

It’s just emptiness.

Because here’s the truth:

Life gave me everything,

Yet I hold nothing.

No love—

Not from me,

Not for me.

Predator upon predator,

The haves devouring the have-nots.

And now, at the end,

Karma has caught me.

I watch the trees

Whisper in the breeze.

I look to the sky—

The sun sinking low.

Tears fall, sudden as rain.

Regret.

I had everything.

Yet the truth is—

I had nothing