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