We Were Rich.

We were rich

The loveliest picture in my mind

Was mama in the kitchen

Of her gaped teeth smile

We were rich

The rest of the world didn’t matter

Only thoughts of food and play

Delighted on bitter herbs and smoked fish

Our bellies were warm upon mats

And our heads on folded arms

Soft till morning light

But thanks to adulthood

You are now miserable

Poor in joy and spirit

To you little things matter not

Clouded with thoughts of wealth and plenty

You thankless dissatisfied souls

Detached from what is beauty and pure

And I am appalled

At how easy you thought

It could be to bribe me

To join your wretched lot


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