Mr Upstart

He was quickly climbing success ladder He wanted to reach to the top He hissed his way up like an adder And he never intended to drop. For the working class he had no pity Although he himself once was poor He looked on the poor of the city As one would on rats in a sewer. The upper classes he befriended His erstwhile friends he did not want to know His business like brain had transcended Him above poverty and woe. This man whom they nick named Mr Upstart In a short time had come a long way His success it caused him to depart From those he had known yesterday. The most of those well used of riches On poorer souls seldom look down It's the man who rose from torn britches That carries the 'who but me' crown. It's hard from a humble beginning To scale the heights of success wall It's hard to keep climbing and winning And it's easier by far to fall. The Earth's richest people have blundered And from the top fell to the ground And after they've wondered and wondered What caused them to come crashing down. It takes a man in a billion A genius with money making skill To make a thousand make a million And stay atop the success hill. Last month Mr Upstart was flying But now the poor fellow is broke Today Mr Upstart is sighing He hasn't the price of a smoke. The poor man has no one to turn to His rich friends now give him the snub And the working class people he once knew Will not have him back in their club. There is a moral in this story If you be poor and come rich one day Don't take too much pride in your glory From your old friends do not turn away.