The water rushed over the rocks.
Cold, endless water.
They washed their clothes and socks
Here because they didn’t have anything better.
Tears came into her eyes
As she told this story.
Yes, we had so much more; while they had so much less.
But such is history –
People are poor and rich.
Few are famous, most are common.
Some have it easier and some harder:
But wherever we are we all have problems.
This river stretched underneath the mountain,
People talked and laughed:
Life was simple and happy, that much was certain.
The tears faded from her eyes and she realized:
How much better it is to be poor and saved,
Than to be rich and insecure.