Poor Folk

But the instant that YOU came into my life, you lightened the dark places in it, you lightened both my heart and my soul

I live for you alone; it is for your sake alone that I am still here.

Rich folk dislike hearing poor people complain of their poverty. "They disturb us," they say, "and are impertinent as well.

"we mortals who dwell in pain and sorrow might with reason envy the birds of heaven which know not either!"

For myself, I shall often have you in remembrance, and recall you in my prayers. Thus our time together has come to an end. Little comfort in my new life shall I derive from memories of the past. The more, therefore, shall I cherish the recollection of you, and the dearer will you ever be to my heart. Here, you have been my only friend; here, you alone have loved me.

Dearest one, even to think of you is like medicine to my ailing soul. Though I suffer for you, I at least suffer gladly.

Why dost thou think of such things? Why dost thou think of thyself alone, and live only for thyself—thou who art not a shoemaker? THY children are not ailing. THY wife is not hungry. Look around thee. Can'st thou not find a subject more fitting for thy thoughts than thy shoes?"

Rich folk dislike hearing poor people complain of their poverty. "They disturb us," they say, "and are impertinent as well. Why should poverty be so impertinent? Why should its hungry moans prevent us from sleeping?"

How comes it that you are left desolate—you, so good a human being! While to others happiness comes without an invitation at all?

am so tired! Nor can I think why I am growing so weak—why it is that even the smallest task now wearies me? Even if work should come my way, how am I to do it? That is what worries me above all things.