Rich and poor people
Have the same trouble
The former from overeating
The latter from swelting
Both die just the same
Rich people always rest
The poor are lame
Yet endure the test
Rich man poor man
Both are the very same
No one cares or can
Lay on either the blame
I am poor but was rich
I will still again be rich
I was smug but now swelting
I want to be more a blessing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I think we are all the same inside.........money cannot change that. Sincerely, mary