While it was raining heavily outside,
Two children in shabby, tattered dress
Stormed into our glass roofed patio
And at the door, for mercy did pause
They said they were out to buy empty cans
To make a living and support their family
The only work they could do at their age
And it was not their intent to dilly dally
I was in no mood to entertain them
As my hands with pending works were tight
A week's laundry and some shopping to do
But was rather indisposed to send them outright
As I looked onto their starved faces
I felt a hard tug deep from within
After a moment's thought, when I invited them in
In innocent mirth, their eyes did spin
For them as I brewed two cups of coffee
And gave some homemade snacks to munch
Their little faces bloomed in joy
As if savouring a favourite fruit punch.
All the while their curious eyes went
Flashing from nook to nook and every corner
On my well stacked shelves of china pottery
And the costly gadgets and the gas burner
When they were about to leave
They simply said- "Oh! You are rich! "
Of course a new revelation, it was to me
Something I had never thought over much
Yes, with a roof overhead
With enough means to feed my kids
And with a steady income every month
How rich I am compared to those hapless lads
Now, though many years have slipped by
I reiterate to myself what those children said
‘Oh! You are rich' lest I shall ever forget again,
How rich I am and this thought keeps me ahead!
Valsa George
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/simple-verse-no-13-oh-you-are-rich/
