The Rich and the Poor – Novid Shaid
The Rich and the Poor
by Novid Shaid, October, 2010
A road sweeper whispered some words while clearing autumn leaves,
which lay below the naked elms that lined a privileged street.
A tear fell from his gentle eyes, landing upon a leaf,
reviving it for just a while from separation’s grief.
He brushed along past wealthy folk, dining in an eatery,
where a captivating cover girl sat smiling playfully.
She luxuriated in the spell she cast upon all men,
who could not help a lingering glance while reading their menus.
A quantum physicist drew praise for winning the Nobel prize,
Behind him sat an oligarch, lavishing gifts on his new bride.
A stand up comedian, top draw, left his table roaring with laughter,
his friends hanging on every word that came from him thereafter.
And many other members of the finest echelons
ate happily, while with the leaves the man mumbled his song:
“Were I to lose the ecstasy of being near to You
And in exchange be courted by the fairest lady of the land
Then I would be the most wretched of losers.
Were I to lose the felicity of seeing nought but You
And as a consequence be the talk of people all around,
Then I would be the most wretched of losers.
Were I to lose the timelessness of Your pure entity
And then penetrate the mysteries of space and time travel,
Then I would be the most wretched of losers.
Were I to lose the serenity of hearing nought but You,
And subsequently be the greatest orator of the times,
Then I would be the most wretched of losers.
Were I to lose Your riches and my desperate poverty
And then inherit mansions adorned with landscape gardens of gold,
Then I would be the most wretched of losers.”
