Though my purse is empty
My heart is full
For wealth no longer
At my heart-strings pull
And though I lack a penny
Yet countless are my riches
For the shadows are my watches
And doe-skins are my breeches
King Midas with his hoard of gold
Had not half the wealth of mine
For though I live a reclusive life
And on berries and fruits do dine
I am always hale and hearty
And possess some riches divine
The deer is my venison, the clear water my wine
And on a throne I sit
While birds do render music
And though my throne is grassy
I am not one who rues it.
For the insects are my courtiers
Who fulfill all my wishes
What more could I ask for
How could I increase my riches
The sun flings some gold
In one of its moods of gaiety
And I store it in my heart
And so become rich
Though my wallet is empty
And I worship no other deity
But gratefully Thank the Lord
He – who is our God
And while the others live in vain
I happily, over my kingdom, reign.
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'And though my throne is grassy
I am not one who rues it.'
loved the humility, imbued
in your song of victorious, acceptance
may whatever God you choose to believe-in
reward your humanist, openness
and
the love and respect
your poetry alludes to
for those, brethren
with differing ideal's, to yours..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
hope you have a peaceful week
thank you so much for the beautiful feedback. i wish you and yours a good week and a great summer month with flowers blooming not only in your backyard but also inspiring you more and more in all ways..take care
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