There was a Rich Man and a Poor Man.
The Poor Man woke up and complained how the sun was too bright and hurt his eye. The Rich Man woke up and was thankful that he could see the sunlight.
The Poor Man quickly ate his breakfast and went over everything that he had to do that day. The Rich Man ate his breakfast.
The Poor Man was stuck in traffic. The Rich Man listened to audiobooks on his commute.
The Poor Man believed that he was the brightest. The Rich Man knew that everyone had something to share.
The Poor Man allowed circumstances to dictate his reality. The Rich Man was determined to find peace in every situation.
The Poor Man was bitter at the world. The Rich Man simply lived, and didn’t try too hard to interpret.
At my best, I’m the Rich Man, but sometimes I must also play the Poor Man.