He sat alone amid his crops
No sun to guide his way home
Perspiration dripped from his weathered forehead
Muscles so tired that they felt like stone
Each day started as they always did
Darkness no stranger to those who till
A simple meal prepared for mobility
Goodbye kisses each day’s greatest thrill
The thirst for the taste of his coffee
Created by those someplace far away
Gave him the ability to support his family
And the dream he’d meet them one future day
Unlike those who profited from his crops
He knew that riches belonged to mankind’s greed
So in spite of them he smiled as he traveled home
Gold has no value for those with no need
