RICHES
I may never be a millionaire in this life (and I wouldn’t care to be)
Yet I am infinitely richer than the millionaire who has never:
Used a dog for a bedwarmer
Started a cat’s motor and listened to it idle
Been entertained by the acrobatic antics of a squirrel
Admired the velvet elegance of a horse in motion
Stood in awe of a tiger’s sleek and massive grace
Or watched a spindle of wild geese weave its
flight-pattern across a loom of sky.
The man who never steps outside his world of
Blank faces over three-piece suits
Relentlessly revolving clocks
Data-soldiers deployed on a computer battleground
And dollar signs marching down gray-matter corridors
May get richer by the minute
But will grow poorer by the second.
There is no poverty more profound or more shameful than the failure to use our five senses.
There is no conceivable slum worse than a slum of the spirit.
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