I was richer by.

I was richer by the books I read The people I led They respected my way In having their say I was richer by The strides my mind leapt The tears I wept The fear I crept I was richer by the friends I persisted with The loners, the talkers, the ugly, the smugly Polished like goldsmith and hardened like blacksmith I was richer by the criticism on self Filtered by nuances My soul somehow replies Opening its eyes I was richer by the truth I spoke That I would not have to revoke To feel embarrassed and caught With remorse fraught I was richer by the promises I kept The beliefs that I met The smile that mattered My knowledge blissfully smattered I was richer by the poems I wrote The comments n ratings I was blessed with The reads that frequented my profile By young, old n senile I was richer by the comments on my poem Encouragement in peculiar realm The followers so novel Literary tastes prevail

I was richer by brighter dreams They stood with me against odds My fine observations did hatch The lessons I would catch I was richer by the wife I happened to possess Somehow makes me obsess Her vigor, energy, hope Have set in feelings I dream to elope I was richer to realize That little of everything Only is much sought something I hope it becomes my lifes premise

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