“The best index to a person’s character is how he treats people who can’t do him any good, and how he treats people who can’t fight back.”― Abigail Van Buren
When we think of riches, we think of wealth and money as well as quality items. I want to write about those experiences that forge character. Good character can’t all be taught; most of it is learned out ‘in the field of life’- and we know that life can be a tough teacher. This poem is one view (not an exclusive one, I might add) of how negative circumstances can be “riches in disguise”- simply because they’re an opportunity to develop good character.
Is it eyes that rest on that which
does not glitter?
Or tongues that tastes
that which is bitter?
Could it be hands that
stroke a surface so rough?
Or ears hearing
insults so tough?
We pray we recognise riches when they come
Quadrille #80– Eat the Rich
Real Toads– The Tuesday Platform