I Asked A Poor Man - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
I Asked a Poor Man
I asked a poor man,
Doesn't it feel sad to be poor?
He told me he had less worries.
I asked a rich man,
Doesn't it feel bad to be rich?
He said yes because I have too much to take care for.
I asked a middle income man,
How does he feel having just enough money,
And he answered, good, no excess, no worry.
I would wish to be the middle man.
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