TREAT PEOPLE WELL

             TREAT PEOPLE WELL 

                          (a poem)

There lived a man named Amos

He was very rich and famous

His house had a very high wall

And he never gave anyone a dime as far as I can recall

He had servants at his beck and call

One of them was named Paul

He would insult and call them names

Some people say he did this and called them games

This man had all he wanted

But he was not kind hearted

He woke up one day and became poor

And now there’s no more grandeur

All his servants left him

He went from being fat to slim

These days he sings hymns and wishes

He would have done better when he was in riches

If you’re rich, treat people well

Even if they look dirty and smell

Because one day things might change

And everyone around would look very strange