If Luck Be Changed

He basked in riches 

Proud and unconcerned.

Boasting his glory

And banknotes to all

Who would listen. His

Manor stood grandly

With a red sports car 

Affront while he preached

Not willing to be

Grateful and thoughtful

Of those on the streets

Hoping and praying 

For their next meal. Would

He be kind and seek 

To help? Or would he 

Loss all to gloating?

The boy who's hunting

Through garbage bags and 

Bins could take his place 

If luck be to changed.