Wealthy Man’s Woes Poem by P K Joy

You gave me countless wealth,
so much so that its management
has cast a huge burden on me
and I’m weighing down.
My wealth is widely spread,
variously held,
differently accounted
and diversely risk-laden.

Tracking each of them closely,
ensuring their upkeep and safety,
and checking their inventory
continually, is indeed a huge work.
Half my life I spent
for gathering this wealth.
The other half I’m spending
to protect its worth!

Restless days and
long sleepless nights,
litigations and quarrels
added together is my life!
I envy the daily labourer
living across the road.
Content with the day’s life,
Every night he sings with his wife!