THE RICH AND THE POOR

I know the rich and i know the poor.

The rich cries at will, sometime it's a deceptive pretense "BUT" the poor cries always even in their heart with big intense...

The rich i know, they can beat the poor in every thing. "BUT" who may the poor beat in anything?

I know the rich, I know how proud they may look and i know the poor, i know the timidity and weakness in them. If money, as they say, makes a man what type of men are the poor? They say money speaks aloud, and i wonder, i only wonder how silent the lips of the poor have been...

I know the rich, they have money but love, and i am afraid because i am the rich, will i ever smell true love? and I know the poor they've got love, genuine love, but money, and i am afraid because i am the poor and i am been dejected by my love for i have no fitness, will i ever feel this thing called money?

I know the rich they handles the world and ditch the poor. I know the poor they handle their mood and reach for the small.

I know the rich they smile at day and screams at night. will the whole money ever get them the total security they ever needed? I know the poor they cry at day for food and sleep mildly like babies at night, 'cause no man comet to  knock at their door 'cause they've got not what you need.

I know the rich just like you know yourself, just like you know your weakness, just like you spit at your face the other day 'cause you messed up. your weakness is always in you, it's your own poverty.  when you mock another you will think you are rich and when another mocks you, you feel you are poor. We all are rich, we all are poor. The poor in spirit and the rich in spirit, the poor in mind and the rich in mind, the poor in wealth and the rich in wealth, the poor in thought and the rich in thought, the poor in labour and the rich in labour, the poor in love and the rich in love....you can't tell, you can't be all of these neither can you be none.

A FEW WORDS FOR THE RICH SAYS...

THE LORD WATCHETH BOTH THE RICH AND POOR...AND NEVER WILL WE KNOW THE COST, & FOREVER WILL IT BE A MUST THAT ONE DAY, JUST ONE DAY, WE WILL WAKE UP TO FIND OUT THAT BY OUR OWN ACTS WE WERE LOST & THEN WILL WE KNOW IT THAT WE ARE NOTHING BUT DUST.

A FEW WORDS FOR THE POOR SAYS...

BE STRONG AND WORK HARD FOR THIN STAND, NEVER MAKE OFF FOR IF YOU KNOW WHAT YOU WANT, WHAT YOU HAVE IS ENOUGH....{composed and written by Manuel clouder CT}...San cata™