Wealth And Rags Poem by Doris Dzameshie

A rich man, he looked young and spry,
In cotton fine, his wealth did lie.
Leather shoes that gleamed so bright,
His millions brought him pure delight.

But then his thoughts took a sudden turn,
A man in rags, with shoes well-worn.
A grin that pierced through time and space,
The rich man saw a mirrored face.

In another realm, the poor man saw,
The rich man dressed in rags, in awe.
With holes in shoes and clothes so torn,
A twist of fate, a life reborn.

The rich man puzzled, why the grin?
The poor man laughed, a fire within.
"We are one, " he cried with glee,
A truth so stark, yet hard to see.

The rich man fled, his pace so quick,
Away from truths that made him sick.
For wealth and rags, they intertwine,
In life's grand play, a thin, fine line.