I wish you not to be rich

With bags and buckets of wealth

I wish you happiness which

Instead comes with perfect health

All day long we chase the dollars

To sleep in a cosy bed

And in chasing those lofty dollars

We lose the sleep we always had

The aim of error is

That we may learn

Never again to be

The same person

Don’t you ever miss me
For I am never gone
The heart is ever present
Only the body’s moved on

Today we cry yet tomorrow forget

The light will get to you

I left the window open
And in came a thought
The thought turned into an idea
The idea into a poetry
The poetry changed my life