Tonight, as I prepare to sleep,

I promise , as I do  everyday.

Before losing myself to darkness deep,

As mulling , on my bed I lay.

I  think of the vices,

And of the virtues

 About the affluent

And the ones that go without food.

If I rise to become,

What I dream to become,

Will I remain the one I really am?

Will I be poor at thought? 

Even though I’d be reeking rich?

That's why!  
This night I promise,

Ahead of going to sleep

And losing myself to darkness deep

I know what I remain at heart

And that's what I shall always be... 

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