You're rich, I'm poor Lyrics

I wish I'm poor, it's plain to see

Your prose, I'm poetry

Your cheeks are rosy, mine are pale

I'm like a ghost, a tragic tale

You live in luxury, no care or strife

In mansions grand, you lead a lofty life

I toil and sweat, my days are full of strife

I sleep on straw, a simple, humble life

You feast on sweets and drink fine wine

While I, so poor, must make do with mine

Your often lazy natures cause you shun

While I must brush, my chores are never done

Surrounded by a crowd of serving men

With haughty gaze, a tyrant's men

You wipe your nose with linens fine and grand

While I, more humble, use what's at my hand

I'll not indulge my body's every need

No fancy lotions, no perfume scene

Though I may grimace, I'll do what I must

And face life's trials with humble trust

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