I Am Rich Poem by Maria Mortimer
I Am Rich
I am rich
My walls are lined with cupboards,
Cups and saucers
With a TV at my feet
And a bed near the door
Believe me-
I am rich.
The lamp beside me glows
As my eyes strains to perfect the shade
With a window as big as I want
And the door as wide as I like
Trust me-
I am rich.
My hands darken
As my charcoal crumbles
But with joy to live this day,
Faith to live another
And hope to dream in the present
I know-
I am rich.
Great poem with thin sliced irony. Honesty is the best policy and a very impressive poem chosen as The Member Poem Of The Day by Poem Hunter And Team.
Congratulations on POD, dear poet. Good poem, profound
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I would like to translate this poem
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TWO: As I said in my response here: Honesty is the Best Policy and HUMOR is the best sauce of life! Congratulations that you are chosen by Poem Hunter as The Member Poem of The Day!