Rich And Poor Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Rich And Poor



Rich and Poor

I once was rich
When something happened.
It couldn't be described.
It was a bad, bad deal.

I remember all the things I had.
I remember all the times I had.
I remember being elated.
But now my richness is belated.

Wherever I roamed
And what ever I saw.
I was poor then.
No one's envy.

My roaming everywhere
Taught me lessons galore.
I saw parts of life,
I adored.

You see the richness in me
Was my poverty.

Friday, November 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: poverty
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