Rich of Self

Written by: Frank Guglietta

I wear the same sweater more than twice in two days
My car has a dent and 
hand cranked windows
Must make me poor
You are poor

Poor of soul,
freedom of your once untrained mind
Walking in whatever direction a finger points 

without question

I am rich
Rich of self
Rich of presence.
You are caged

I am free
Free to wander
obedient to self
Joy,  and sorrow
You turn away
oblivious to sight
You have conformed