I gave my last cup of water
To a widow and her son last night
Who were dying of thirst
Only to wake up this morning
And have my neighbours
Mock my empty cup
I have no food in my pot
For I gave it all to the orphan
Who was hungry yesterday
I have no coin in my purse
For the beggar I saw yesterday
Asked for some of it
The rest I offered to a woman
Whose daughter was lying sick
In the hospital bed
Yet I'm been ridiculed
For having no water nor food
And not even a single coin
I sold all I have yesterday
To save a wounded soul
Who was at the point of death
I gave my all to save the world
My substance and treasures
Yet the world showed no gratitude
I have been selfless for long
To men of different races and kinds
To men near, far and wide
Yet I'm being called a poor man
For their eyes could not see
The golden heart I possess
Blessed they say is he that gives
Than he that stretches his hands
Forward waiting to receive
I have given my last and all
I have practiced a better charity
Till it becomes a habit of mine
I have stored up my treasures
Where the moth exist not
Nor the thieves that steals at night
I have prepared my bed of paradise
Where forever I will dwell
Not a temporary earthly castle
Where men live in fear of loss
Struggling to be better than all
Yet made crippled by death
I may have no water to drink
I may have no food to eat
But I'm the richest man alive
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