O fortune’s child with dreams so wide,
Whose visions shimmer, gilt with pride—
You count not coins but grand ideas,
Investing hopes in bold frontiers.
A mansion built of maybe-so,
A yacht that waits where wishes go,
The mind’s own stock forever grows,
Where fantasy and fortune close.
For riches start where plans ignite,
In risk, in grit, in sleepless night.
The millionaire is born in spark,
Not gilded vaults or jewels dark.
So toast the dream, the climb, the chance,
The daring spirit’s bold advance—
For every tycoon starts the same:
A flicker first, then golden flame.
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Matthew R. Callies (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Today is National Be a Millionaire Day. Pretend to be a millionaire or start working on your plans that you think will make you a millionaire.
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Nicely written. Your poem speaks about aspirations, dreams, and the entrepreneurial spirit. It reflects on the contrasts between material wealth and the intangible qualities of ambition, creativity, and the pursuit of one’s goals.
Well written the capitalist dream. Where a few inherit wealth many make it on their own with grit determination and an entrepreneur's vision. Nicely done
Matthew, somewhere a French revolutionary just read this and got deeply nervous about the phrase “every tycoon starts the same.” 🤣 In all seriousness though, I enjoyed the grand, almost mythic confidence running through this. It feels like ambition turned into anthem. Certainly, it's part of the American and many other dreams I'd imagine. And, it is the human spirit underneath this poem that shines...that rich or poor, there's the "millionaire within" waiting to shine. Multiple ways to go with this. Truly a strong write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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