Content Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

I am content
with what I have.
I once was a very rich man.
Until a tornado caused untold grief.
Robbed everything in one flash like a common thief.
A stroke and a mental breakdown.
Robbed of my beautiful smile.
Now with my clothes, I wear a permanent frown.

I got married to my fiancee.
In my pockets lie old lottry tickets and fluff.
Hoping one day, the wealth would come back.
I am rich in my soul as my wife reminds me.
Materialism is a temporary fix.
Be happy and very content with what you've got.