O ‘rich man up high you stand, Just give that slum a slight glance. You’ve got riches, yet no peace, He owns nothing still live in ease.
Huge palaces, materials…still no bliss, Ample of real treasures you’d miss, Sacrificed more; succeeded less, World for you, is far more as chess.
He lives in a log cabin with joy, Holding dreams-to sore beyond the sky. But, when choices risk the loved ones, Gives away everything he held once.
Fortunes, do never last forever, Greed had neither benefited ever. Body is clay; let the soul live, Nothing’s appealing than inner relief.