I lived on the shady side of the road and watched my neighbours’
gardens across the way reveling in the sunshine.
I felt I was poor, and from door to door went with my hunger.
The more they gave me from their careless abundance
the more I became aware of my beggar’s bowl.
Till one morning I awoke from my sleep at the sudden opening of my door,
and you came and asked for alms.
In despair I broke the lid of my chest open and
was startled into finding my own wealth.
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