Nudge with the tip of his foot
He recognizes its worth
But questions it against his own
The poor man knows of a speck of dirt
Never seen the rich man's gem
He knows not what worth is
And treasures the speck
The rich man walks on
His path littered with gems
He surveys and bides.
The poor man stops in his tracks
His path bared and dirted
He needs and commits
The rich man was not born rich
The poor man was not born poor
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