I Am In Wealth Poem by Naveed Akram

I am so many years in wealth,
I was placed in the white dress of youth,
My station of importance was a shawl of health,
The sailing shoulders represented real riches.

Wide open eyes were the cornerstone of faith,
I was gone to church every Sunday, for life;
As after-life was a thick golden hair I wore,
To fit the ends of the earth, the very cool sun.

Teasing me was no dream for some,
The family of enlightened ones saw my tomorrows,
Yet the yesterdays were annulled by the wicked,
For fairness was a scum to those with real sin.

My wealth was my power and privilege,
But burden sent me the message of youth
In my old age, in my encumbered self,
Letting the wicked be stained by speech of theirs.