Notice their stress, notice their sorrow,
And ponder puzzled with your brow furrowed-
Why these people blessed with mounds of gold,
Fail to smile, fail to happiness behold.
And they are brimming in wealth,
Which they value more than their blessed health.
But with a lack of fond family or friend every night they dine alone,
Even though a sense of superiority they seem prone.
Their careers come first
And their well-being last
Although a shadow of regret and loss upon them cast
Green paper is never lost.
While their houses tall touch the sky,
And their bank balances soar,
Think not those elite of the poor.
A wrong, a sin it is to have and not share,
With those who will for you most care.
Money cannot buy a smile
And if belittlement is a trait of the rich
The Day of Judgement will be as vile.