Being Poor

The poor struggle and need help.......

Too many places I have been

And lots of people I have seen

A few are rich and rest are poor

The rich make merry while the poor always worry

Though I want to help the poor

They think I'm not any better

The rich can, I'm sure, help the poor

But that kind among them are rare I fear

My gift to the poor is through my deed

But that is not what they need

Money is what they want for feed

But do I have any money growing seed?

The rich lead a lavish life

Oblivious to the poor man's strife

They often wish to live to eat

While the starving poor has no retreat

Not all the rich are not the same

For some are rich only by name

With welfare of the poor deep in their heart

And that keeps them from the rest apart

And that's why I really don't mind being poor!!!

Author's Note

I have concentrated on rhyming the whole thing, so at places it might sound a little weird. Anyways please comment on the same.