Wealthy

Wealthy I have a dream of affluence. Of dripping gold and bread.. To feed the mouths of children Save the hungry from their dread I have a hope of heaven. Where the generous are free To liberate the captives Where compassion is the key It's not the stash I'm after. It's genuinely not. My rainbow ends with colours Not some ever roving pot I have a dream of fruitfulness That though my days are few I hope  investing wisely, Is the thing that I can do. For wealth is not possessions, Acquisitions, portfolios or stuff. It's justice, hope, contentment It's being just enough It's sharing and it's caring. It's not a hand-out spree.. It's never so a spotlight Lands itself on me Quietly I'll gather All the will I can To be the earthly angel Out to help my fellow man. So when the curtain closes As I'm sure it will one day Those seeds that have been scattered Bearing fruit to plant an orchard; Feed the hungry on their way Jinjagoliath 12th March 2023