Stack Of Wealth Poem by Valsa George
Stack Of Wealth
What wealth for man to fare
The gift of power, the will to dare
Wit so sharp and insights rare
A heart to share and a soul to care
A marvelous thing of joy and pain
The prime motif in God’s divine design
Bestowed with intelligence to discern
And light like a candle to burn
In kingly glory he stands erect n’ tall
Over all animals that beneath him crawl
Blessed generously with copious gifts and skills
And discretion to ward off all sinister ills
Though here on Earth, uncrowned he be
He is the royal prince of the life to be
And legal heir to celestial glee
After his perilous voyage across the sea
Fantastic poem Valsa. I might have read more than once to get its proper meaning. Here on the earth, he is uncrowned king and legal heir to amass wealth.But at the last where he stands? It's true many of them don't think about that..Its often seems that death is too far away from their view..loved the way you presented it.
Perhaps man is the superior to all and we must care the other fellow living thank
Rich imagery and sentiment to lovingly support devout faith.
when a heart shares pains and smiles of others and his soul really cares it, the owner of that heart becomes a beloved of God...........10
Beautiful just beautiful. Another deep penetration to the soul, mind and heart. There is one that is greater than you and I. He holds the key to our future and can unlock any door. Great is He our God. Very nice Madam Valsa!
An incomparable poem with beauty and magnificence with music flowing endears the readers. Wonderful, brilliant and amazing!
A beautiful poem with the nature of human and the beauty of divine delightful to heart and mind thank you
Beautifully penned poem. Heart to share and soul to care. What more? Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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But where is his tribe and isn`t he often standing alone? Poor man. We have no magical power to stop his aging and If he is going to be rewarded with the celestial glee later, deep down in his mind he will remain sad like Oscar Wilde`s [un]happy prince! Who will rescue him then? The Designer cannot see that angle. The poem scores high in language used and format applied.