Every cat had a day.

Regret not you were born poor
As you have grown to die rich.
Regret not you are dying poor
As you were born rich.
Regret not being poor throughout
As you were spared of many sins.
Do die being proud of the peaks
Formed of the heaps you made.
14.01.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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