A Rich Man’s Wealth
There once
was a greedy man,
Who shared
nothing of his,
He took
from the poor,
And gave
the spoils to the rich,
He was
truly hated,
And he had
no friends,
One day he
woke up,
It was a
shining day,
He got up
out of bed,
But tripped
up and landed on his head,
His room
was a clutter,
Of things
he had taken,
He had no
space for them you see,
So they laid
on the floor,
Hung off
the doors,
And spread
to his tables,
As he got
up,
He stopped
and he looked,
“I don’t
need all this stuff” said he,
So he
packed it in bags,
And rode to
his village,
And gave
his stuff away,
The keys to
his castle,
His eight
noble horses,
Silver
forks and golden spoons,
And his pet
monkey too,
Until he
had nothing left,
Except for
the clothes on his back,
And the
food in his belly,
But the
smiles of the villages,
Made his
heart race,
And made
him as happy as can be,
He had
nothing left but the smile on his face,
As he
walked down the road,
To a cave
nearby,
There he as
a hermit,
Giving what
he made away,
He made
many friends,
Which he
met often,
To tell
them stories of joy,
He died of
old age,
With a
smile on his face,
“I’m glad I
gave away all that stuff” he said,
Just before
his last breath was taken.
Nabilah Stephens
Nabilah Stephens
