Man's Poverty

Though he was born in poverty We're no better you or me, His hands are clean, but ours are dirty And we present ourselves as Lordly. We might have the money that daddy left We even might have all the wealth, But, comparing him to you or I He has the salvation, and the health. We have bought and wore expensive clothes And we wear very pricey rings, We talk about banking and foreclosures He has nothing, but his heart sings. We are none no better than what he his Neither is our wives or our kids, They are spoiled and they are also brats They do what God forbids. Our lives have always been full of luck That's the best way to describe our living, We had two parents and they had good jobs Education and work our community was giving. He might live in a old cardboard box While our houses are beautiful and full of fashion, But, someday we'll have no more caviar or stocks And his home will then be a great mansion. You can't take it with you they always say And your beliefs will lead you were you're at, And when our judgement does comes nigh We'll only be remembered for this and that. Randy L. McClave