But Truly I Am RichA Poem by realmwriterI will die with a smile wider than monetary riches could ever buy. For I am poor and have no home but truly, I am rich.
Rich. I am not. Poor. I am not.
Nor do I have any money to speak of. But I am rich beyond my wildest dreams. I have a family that loves me, a daughter I love dearly more than my own life and will treasure more than any bill can pay for strife. I follow no greed to its end for I know what road gold will lead you down. I know that in the end, I wish my family to be around. Money buys not happiness nor does wealth buy true friends. For they cannot be purchased by wicked, evil ends. I have no penny in my pocket, nor have I a dime to my name but I know that I am happy and will not live in vain. Clothes do not make the a man and tattered are his rags To riches I will set myself apart and in poverty take my stand for I know what true riches are even though I too wear my rags. So busy yourself for all your toil and make your money fist over hand. In the end you die a lonely, bitter, broken man. But when my grave calls me and before it I stand looking in. I will die with a smile wider than monetary riches could ever buy. For I am poor and have no home but truly, I am rich. © 2012 realmwriterReviews
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Added on August 4, 2012Last Updated on August 4, 2012 AuthorrealmwriterHarrison, ARAboutYou know, I can write about almost any subject, in poetic form and even an ocasional short story, but I find it most difficult to write about myself. I am an artist at heart and will use whatever m.. more..Writing
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