One Less Fortunate

Who are the less fortunate? What are their names? Are they the crippled, the blind, the lame? Is a man in a wheelchair lesser than I? His heart may hold treasures that no one can buy Does a girl without speech have nothing to say? Is a boy without toys unable to play? Do eyes without sight shed any less tears? Does a man who is rich get any more years? Just who are the needy, downtrodden and poor? Can we tell by appearance or something much more? Is a person's value measured in zeroes, or can even beggars sometimes be heroes? And just what is richness? How is it defined? By bank account numbers or diamonds mined? Is poverty simply the opposite end of having a home and money to spend? I have known people of very great wealth yet broken in spirit and so ill of health And I have known others with nothing of worth yet so full of gladness and given to mirth Richness in money can buy many things but a heart full of joy comes without strings We would do well with our lives to take stock though many would find they're in for a shock For all of my wealth am I truly free? Is it everything it was cracked up to be? And then came the thought which couldn't be clearer Perhaps one less fortunate is in my own mirror