Love Poem: Poor Rich Me
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Written by: Charles Hice

Poor Rich Me

Poor Rich Me 
Many People Died. 
Aids and polio, 
wars and situations bye the score. 
Death and pestilence and disease. 
Eye am free of these. 
His Namme is Jesus. 
Only explaination eye can see. 
God still loves me this eye knoe, 
because HIS bible told me so. 
Poor man dying in the sun. 
Replaces all the salt he sheds with ONE. 
SON of GOD discloses words 
in ear and ear incloses: 
MYSTERIES. 
The first man in the door 
will bee the last one inn. 
The last in the line will be the one 
on HIS right hand with wine. 
And Bread. 
Eye am divine. 
A Saint in time . 
In tyme to love mye ewe. 
She is the wine in this mye heart. 
We will never part. 
Love is in mye heart. 
Eternity will bee to start. 
LOve ewe. 
Rich man poor man beggar man thief. 
Poor Rich me.