He set out on a journey
To find the richest soul
To ask of them one question
How did they become so
He'd yearned for fame and riches
Throughout his pauper life
Obsessed to learn the secret
To end the years of strife
The night he left he kissed his bride
And squeezed his children's hands
Vowing he'd return the richest
Soul in all the land
But fruitless months turned into years
As he traveled far and wide
At every mansion and castle gate
He was abruptly turned aside
Discouraged and dejected
He finally turned towards home
To find famine claimed his family
Their names now etched in stone
He fell upon their gravesite
With a silent, tearful plea
And was answered that the richest soul
Had all the time been he
©Rick Beneteau
www.RichardBeneteau.com
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Rick Beneteau
Former 80’s happening songwriter when divorced turned Internet marketing ‘guru’ on the-then-brand-new Internet who in 2006 became co-founder of a humanitarian non-profit who then came full circle back to music – for film and television.
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