If thou art rich, thou'rt poor

If thou art rich, thou'rt poor; For, like an a*s whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear's thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee. -William Shakespeare

They're looking,they are judging,

They laugh and they ridicule.

The world is cruel  and they are harsh

What can the victim do?

Toiling day by day

Isolated at night,

They laugh at him

But he accumulates his might.

He has nothing,

But he has everything,

His humor,his love,

His friendship with the man above.

They have wealth and material,

Fancy grains and cereals,

He can barely afford a meal,

Yet works with such astonishing zeal.

He wishes to get by-and he will,

For is love for life encompasses an endless thrill.

He will succeed,he will find a way,

Prays,hopes and keeps bad thoughts a-bay.

So he listens when they laugh at his low class,inferior state,

But he embraces their wrath and favors their hate.

He is strong because his alone,

He is aware that dreams-he cannot postpone.

Minimum wage,

Saving pennies,sacrificing without rage,

He endures the pain,

As he knows-mockery-tis something mindless people cannot refrain.

Author's Note

Shakespeare knew that place and power do not give happiness - that the crowned are subject as the lowest to fate and chance....So, too, he knew that gold could not bring joy - that death and misfortune come alike to rich and poor.

Reviews

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

This is an amazing write.

Kaze~ :)

[Talesha]

Thanks a million :)

[♔ CrownedDevil ☾]

Your very welcome. :)