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 happily I worship no deity
But Happily I 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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safina (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Rich in imagery and meaning. Money isn’t everything. Much enjoyed NafisaSB. Have a beautiful day.
Thank you so much dear Cassie. Man is so caught up in the whirlpool of life, that he forgets that nature can provide much solace and peace of mind.
have a great week ahead
Amen.
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