Too many places I have been
And lots of people I have seen
A few are rich and rest are poor
The rich make merry while the poor always worry
Though I want to help the poor
They think I'm not any better
The rich can, I'm sure, help the poor
But that kind among them are rare I fear
My gift to the poor is through my deed
But that is not what they need
Money is what they want for feed
But do I have any money growing seed?
The rich lead a lavish life
Oblivious to the poor man's strife
They often wish to live to eat
While the starving poor has no retreat
Not all the rich are not the same
For some are rich only by name
With welfare of the poor deep in their heart
And that keeps them from the rest apart
And that's why I really don't mind being poor!!!
