The ocean shore laps
the feet of the weary;
energising both the same,
the poor man’s soul,
the rich man’s heart.

Sparking ideas new,
paths unimagined,
visions of change, in
the poor man’s riches,
the rich man’s ego.

Awakening gushing throws
of dreams and goals,
directions traced in
the poor man’s knowledge,
the rich man’s humility.

Smelting, binding, fusing
rich and poor as one;
fearless open eyes smile upon
the man’s being,
the man’s becoming.