Upon a frozen throne do I sit.
Once rich as rich could get.
Bought and bought until I could no longer breath.
'Please sir can you spear some money? '
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Hey Gary a lovely poem with a good moral story attached someone who had it all comes down with a bang well done
upon a frozen thrown do I sit..a good start to beg for food..it is a common happening in Malaysia, when the new riches don't know how to handle the new found wealth...