To The Poor
O poor man, with burden deep,
Take heed to what my words do keep.
You are not unfortunate, my friend,
But blessed, to your life's end.
Though you may lack in worldly things,
You have a gift that fortune brings.
For you have health and breath to spare,
And that is worth more than a share.
Some rich men, with wealth galore,
Would trade it all, for what you store.
For their riches bring them grief,
While you have a life of belief.
Be thankful for what you have today,
And know that wealth can fade and fly away.
Copyright © Akinloye Gbajero Sunday | Year Posted 2024
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