A man wore silk designer suits
Rolex on his wrist
His shoes were made in Italy
Had trillions in his fist
He had the perfect trophy wife
Kids in private schools
Drove Bentleys and Mercedes
He was no one's fool
He had mansions worldwide
Shopped Paris on the Rue
His address was a penthouse
On 5th Avenue
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There was a man without a dime
Who lived upon a grate
Where warm air from the subway
Could share in his "estate"
He wore the rags which he had found
In shelters on the way
He sat and watched the rich man
Who walked by that day
His groaning and his mumbling
Annoyed the wealthy man
Who took care to walk around him
As he went about his plans
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The rich man died a hero
His widow & kids drew hence
His many friends came round about
They spared no expense
The poor begger had no one
Had no money saved
He was thrown on a dungheap
They call a "pauper's grave"
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The rich man had been lavish
He'd fared well every day
But he was a corporate mobster
So he had hell to pay
The poor man was redeemed of God
That is why he lost his job
He wouldn't serve up to the mob
And so his end was like a sob
He thanked God with his last breath
With grace endured ignoble death
But it had no strength to sting
The angels bore him on their wings
Eternity in everything
So which was the human being
Who had greatest gain?
This is an age old story
But the fact remains
The rich man saw the poor one
Again after his death
In heaven... joyous... SINGING!
While He could not draw breath!
SoulSurvivor
(C) 8/17/2016
This poem needs work. It's late and I felt like writing. Any suggestions would be appreciated!
I fully intend to make this a late-nighter... I wanted to stay up and read. But my eyelids are getting so heavy. I'll have to get up and read tomorrow morning early. Can't keep my eyes open :(
♡ Catherine