To the mirror I shall take myself <br />To the mirror the pressures will die <br />As I see into the flame inside me <br />And I feel the truth in my eye <br /> <br />Richer be the man not with gold in his pocket <br />But with freedom in his mind <br />For a man with gold might be quite bold <br />as to buy what he cannot afford <br />But the free est of minds with vigor and Pride <br />Can live on their own accord <br /> <br />For the bend at the end of the road that you mend <br />might straighten out in the end if you try <br />But the money you reap while losing all sleep <br />Will never buy back your life when you die <br /> <br />For what we call living is more than just giving <br />up all of your hopes and your dreams <br />For being free is so precious to me that <br />I'd turn down your money in streams <br /> <br />All your stealing and wheeling and two-timing dealing <br />Won't pay of your debts at the end <br />But nothing so sweet that'll lift up your feet <br />Like the love of a good hearted friend<br /><br />Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/richer-be-the-man/
