Dear Medium: To Be Poor or To Be Rich?

Which is better?

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In the split of lives,
happiness on one side,
sorrow on the other,
money whispers, soft or loud.

What does wealth heal?
A roof, a meal,
an ache that quiets
when hunger sleeps.

For the rich, it’s more,
a deeper hum,
a quiet ease,
steps that never fall.

Why does money hum
in two strange ways?
For some, survival,
for others, peace.

The poor man longs
for steady ground,
a break from fear,
a space to breathe.

The rich don’t ask
for meals or rent,
but seek a joy
just out of reach.

A system built
to serve the top
takes from those
who sit below.

The gap grows wide,
it’s more than cash,
it’s choice, it’s freedom,
roads that split.