It’s been a few weeks since my last blog and as I thought of what to share, a poem I worked on sometime back came to mind. Life can sometimes feel like a conundrum and as I thought about the rich and poor, this poem was birthed.
When will the rich man have enough?And when will the jaws of the poor be adequately supported?
The sun rises on both.
One toils with no rest
Amassing for himself all that his Eyes can see.
His bounty plentiful, His table overflowing
Yet as he surveys his plenitude,
His vision is clouded,
He sees not his fortuitous circumstances,
His glass looks half empty.
The other toils with no rest
He bleeds his brow in search of anything.
Amassing nothing, scarcity follows him
His table empty,
He surveys his mis fortune
His vision clear, he sees only a morsel
His unfortunate circumstances plain for all to see.
The want for more calling out to both.
When will the rich have enough?And will the poor ever be satisfied?
A Life Worth Living 
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