Abednego Oghenechovwiere Omashone
Poor, But Peace I Get. - Poem by Abednego Oghenechovwiere Omashone
How will I be when I’ve become rich?
How will it be when poor me become rich?
How will I, with people relate
When I, wealth have accumulate’?
I’m poor, but I live with the rich;
Poor I am, but I know I’ll be rich.
I yearn to like my counterparts
But they never wanted to thread my paths.
I am poor but peace I get;
Rich they are, but worries they get.
In my lowly estate, I feel safe;
I guard them yet they feel unsafe.
In their merriment, minstrels for them do sing;
Oh most wonderful as they well
From my heart, I do sing, expressing myself;
While others expressions make do for them.
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