@AIcraft2024

The Lesson of Poverty and Pride

I muttered low, where shadows cling,
A curse upon my struggling.
"I hate this life, this pauper’s chore,
This wretched state of being poor."

My father paused, his gaze aflame,
A stillness held, yet wrought with blame.
He cast his paper to the ground,
And with a voice both stern, profound:

"David, David, heed me well,
A truth in which you must now dwell.
You are not poor, let that be clear;
It is a thought you must not near."

"To be poor," he said, "is not just plight;
It’s a shadowed mind that shuns the light.
A state of spirit, a cage of thought,
A snare where dreams are left to rot."

"But broke," he said, "is fleeting, brief,
A passing wind of present grief.
The coffers empty, yet the soul,
Remains unchained, remains whole."

So let this wisdom guide your years,
Through barren lands and trials, fears.
The wealth you seek begins inside,
Where poverty dares not abide.

@JonLamb-cd1dl

Wrong music at the wrong time bro.

@MelissaKing-vm8sm

Dave that's what I see in you! You are rich you have a wealth and elegance beyond anything because you had a dad!