The Way of Life

So many people around the world living a life of their own there are good doers and then there are evil doers there are rich and then there are poor But what vexes me most is the way of life Rich, content with all the possession but still treating wealth like an obsession Poor, no wealth at their disposal but still living life like there's no control What is freedom after all? To the child of the poor, did sorrow ever befall? Is there happiness at all? To the child of the rich, no toy ever contents, I hear! With a smile on his face, the poor farmer ploughs the land With a frown on his face, the rich man picks a briefcase in his hand With a joy in his heart, the poor farmer serves the bread With a grief in his heart, the rich man sleeps alone in bed But what vexes me most is the way of life Rich, content with all the possession but still treating wealth like an obsession Poor, no wealth at their disposal but still living life like there's no control ...still living life like there's no control!