Final Soldier

He that is rich and is boastful and is yet without hope;
He woke up one morning and the sun had gone out...
Not a hint of a whisper; no remnant, no return.
His battle begun; his truth he now discerned.
Nothing he'd owned was worth a cent
the only light left was that from heaven sent.

He that was poor and was always reaching out,
he grasped out one morning and the sun had come out...
everything he ever needed lay before him; blinding
and nothing he ever wanted would ever again bind him.
Everything was set straight and both men were rewarded;
neither had known they'd had all they needed, all along.