Rich Man, Poor Man Poem by Spiritwind Wood

I watched a rich man rise
and feed on his greed
taking more than he would need
but in the end just to lose it all
and stand on his own alone


I seen a poor man fall
and through his palms bleed
working himself to the bone
just trying to make ends meet
picking himself back up on his feet

I watched a rich man hide
buried behind his pride
with blood falling from his eyes
and say not to have nothing here
he would have much rather have died

I saw a poor man stand tall
dry away every tear
said it was better to have tried
than to just give up on everything
tomorrow surely a better day will bring
and Heaven grace will fall on this home
Spiritwind 2013