How many people say you don't have to be rich. But what does being rich really mean. Does it mean wealth or does it mean having money? What makes life worthwhile? What gives people happiness, is it an abundance of stuff?
Read these poems of encouragement for some answers and thoughts on what rich is; then you decide how rich you are.
You Are Richer Today
You are richer today than you were yesterday
if you have laughed often,
forgiven even more,
made a new friend today, or
made stepping stones of stumbling-blocks;
if you have thought more in terms of “thyself" than of "myself" or
if you have succeeded in being cheerful even if you were weary.
You are richer tonight than you were this morning
if you have taken time to trace the handiwork of God in the commonplace things of life, or
if you have learned to count out things that really do not count, or
if you have been a little blinder to the faults of friend or foe.
You are richer if a little child has smiled at you,
and a stray dog has licked your hand, or
if you have looked for the best in others,
and have given others the best in you.
Nobody stops at the rich man's door to pass the time of day.
Nobody shouts a "hello!" to him in the good old-fashioned way.
Nobody comes to his porch at night and sits in that extra chair
And talks till it's time to go to bed. He's all by himself up there.
Nobody just happens in to call on the long, cold winter nights.
Nobody feels that he's welcome now, though the house is ablaze with lights.
And never an unexpected guest will tap at his massive door
And stay to tea as he used to do, for his neighborly days are o'er.
It's a distant life that the rich man leads and many an hour is glum,
For never the neighbors call on him save when they are asked to come.
At heart he is just as he used to be and he longs for his friends of old,
But they never will venture unbidden there. They're afraid of his wall of gold.
For silver and gold in a large amount there's a price that all men must pay,
And who will dwell in a rich man's house must live in a lonely way.
For once you have builded a fortune vast you will sigh for the friends you knew
But never they'll tap at your door again in the way that they used to do.