The Richest Poor man.

The world is under your feet

Yet you labor for your Daily bread.

Every step you made are path to wealth, from 

Present discovery your excreate are 

Crude in barries.

Your breath gave life to the dying while your spittle

are photosyintesy of ideas among the creatives.

Your strenght gave hope to the crepples while your smiles end the tears of mourners yet your home like the

Sambizer forest where your children hid their faces from

the challengers of innovations.