Real Riches

Poverty of goods is easily cured; poverty of soul, impossible.
~ Michel de Montaigne

Cornwall Daffodils photo by Mark Robinson
Poor Angus
by Shel Silverstein

Oh what do you do, poor Angus,
When hunger makes you cry?
"I fix myself an omelet, sir,
Of fluffy clouds and sky."

Oh what do you wear, poor Angus,
When winds blow down the hills?
"I sew myself a warm cloak, sir,
Of hope and daffodils."

Oh who do you love, poor Angus,
When Catherine's left the moor?
"Ah, then, sir, then's the only time
I feel I'm really poor."

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