It was just cycle
To remind you of struggle
in coming days
To stay
Yes it was glorious past
That did not last
Up to end of years
But ended with fear
I feel no remorse
In any sense of course
It is wind that blew everything
Leaving behind nothing
Still I am rich
And can reach
Those golden moments
With happy comments
The rain may shower
With plenty of offer
Earth may feel full energy
As gifted by almighty
hasmukh amathalal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-rich-2/
