Rich And Poor Poem by Winston Dsouza

Leather in feet, rings in fingers,
Dancers to dance, to sing singers,
Palaces to live and to sit royal chairs,
Gold and royal robes he wares,
Wine to drink, meat to eat,
Wordly life so neat,
But, other face of human life,
Will tear you like a sharp beaten knife,
No full dress to wear, no thoughts to share,
Pain is to bear, is only he can dare,
Clothes are turned brown, dirty the face,
No dare to take a pace,
Body is turned weak, and eyes red,
For the hungry stomach there is no bread.