Rich Poor Man

Easy are the sores
On your feet

Treading stones

Treading water

Leaving is hard
But new beginnings are
Addicting

Soon it will be soft grass
And the fresh sound of voices
Uplifted

Yeah yeah watch yourself
To love the earth- the smells
The tastes- the feelings
Is not to love that
God of Jonah, Abraham, or Paul

In this- pain is overshadowed
By the lure of something much

Bigger than yourself

Go go and
Save the day
Rich poor man