The differenceThe poor...Looking at your face,her eyes, shredding your grace.No silk and lace,nor anything for a good base....the rich...Watching her sit there,your thoughts, judging her so unfair.All your wealth and still nothing to share,All your health and the less you care....the moment...Views crossing eachother,two in tears, the other couldn't bother.One isn't a martyr,but the other isn't a saviour either....the difference...The cold reallistic poverty,or a fake golden journey.Being accused for anarchy,or a checkbook armory....the ugly reality.
Mathew 6:19-21Lay not up for yourselves treasures on earth where rust or moths corrupts or where thieves break in and steal but lay up treasures in heaven where moth and rust does not corrupt and thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is there will your heart be also.