The rich and the poor: A poem 

It is the rich who always fear the worst 

Not the poor, who make do with just bread crust 

The rich draw way too much earth from fortune’s trench 

Their hunger is omnipresent that much wealth can’t quench 

It is the rich who avoid paying their tax 

They heed to the law with much earwax 

When it comes to duty, there is a memory lapse 

The poor are stoic in their little mishaps 

The rich have exotic wine, the poor have spirit 

The rich make jokes, but the poor reserve wit 

The rich have solutions, the poor have answers 

They don’t treat their miseries like dreaded cancers 

The rich have desires, and they have a choice 

But hearts are warmer where necessity is the voice 

The rich live in towers of ivory and gold 

A meal is riches for the pauper, but he is never sold