If I should wake tomorrow,
I may find myself a rich man,
one clothed in silks,
In riches,
And waited on hand and foot If I should make tomorrow
Could I find myself a pauper
With naught but the clothes I wear
To wait on hand and foot
If I should wake tomorrow
would I be myself
And neither wait on hand nor foot
nor be waited on hand or foot
because to simply be is to be enough