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A write on Status. To a hungry man there is no real difference To the element of a plate, but to its hold A hunger’s gnaw, that pain’s intelligence Cares not whether a plate be of wood or gold The homeless man care’s not for what he lacks But seeks a shelter from cold’s bitter storm What cares he if a coat is silk or rotten sacks As long as the cloth simply keeps him warm The beggar who wanders a cobbled street Has newspaper stuffed inside his old shoes It keeps the hardness of cobbles from his feet He cares little for the cost of a paper’s news A poet, who seeks to inspire a soulful verse Is in the mind to wander where a soul enjoys Any place is good for a poet’s pen, no worse Whether in peaceful nature or in City’s noise And the madman, who is in loss of rational Cares little for hard rules and the regulations Allows a mind to wander to any fancy’s pull Knows not, or cares, about royal invitations It would seem to all that status holds rich Those who want much, want much more I make no bones about mind’s distinguish I would rather be rich than poverty’s poor! |
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I think it was an American movie actress who said, "I'd rather be rich and unhappy, than poor and unhappy. Hmmmm....... I agree..... How we view being rich depends on our status,
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