WRETCHED YET RICH

I have all that money can buy

In all the banks of the world

I have fat and overflowing accounts

In all street lies my mark of investments

I have got houses in every state of the world

Yet I do not know which to live in or not

Still cannot tell which is the finest of them all

I have got mouths to help me spend my money

But just cannot spend it all

I have children to call my own

Who will reap where they had not labored

But I can sense this emptiness down somewhere

Around my beating heart

It is so painful and sad to know

That there are some things that money cannot buy

But these are things so freely given

Money cannot buy divine health

Money cannot buy peace of mind

Money cannot buy wise and respectful children

Money cannot buy salvation for my soul

Money cannot buy perfect love that cast out all fears

As the list goes on

So it is that my wealth becomes to me something of insignificance

People around me envy me

They wish to get a little bite of me

But they know nothing of my sleepless nights

All the time I had to cry myself to sleep

Wishing in my heart I had a little of what they have

Like they have and they can eat

They are clueless of what it feels like

 To have various kinds of delicacies and still can’t eat

What about having everything and yet your heart is sickly

Oh! Who can help me?

For I am but a wretched man yet rich.

BY  Bezalel  Oluwafemi