Rich And Poor Poem by spiritual seeker

Tell me, who is rich and who is poor?
A man said, I am rich, I have lots of gold and lots of diamonds,
I got many sons I got many servants,
I can buy the world whenever wherever I want.
But alas, when he died, he died a poor man,
cause in life he cared for no one,
Whenever he ate, food overflowed his table,
while his neighbours slept with hunger pangs that troubled.
A greedy man counts his piles of gold, but yet feels unsatisfied,
Cause in life he never give and never divide,
But a poor man with a heart of gold,
Will willingly share his only milk in a bowl.

O man listen to this!
If you really want to feel rich, stay with the poor.
Don’t be a person who live and keep asking for more and more,
Cause in life what matters to the core,
Whether you are rich or you are poor,
That you must always have a heart of gold.

'Belgaum, Mac 2011'.