RICH IN SPIRIT

All praises come your way
When riches hold sway
All curses rain down
When poverty comes to town.

Eyes burn with fire
With so much desire
Your wealth counts
Your worth mounts.

But a sudden blow
Lays you low
Dims your light
Joy takes flight.

No more dignity
Only abject humility
To carry in gloom
Life's awful doom.

With utter derision
In untamed elation
Bejewelled society
Sings your poverty.

But even in ashes
Show your flashes
Of pride undented
Of spirit untainted.


~ PHLIP RODRIGUES~

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