I stumbled upon a gentleman who’d had a bit of trouble

Come in and have a seat, he spoke

What trouble seems to be following you, I said

Why there’s no trouble he declared

Then why the cubbard with no grub

I don’t understand, he muttered

You have nothing to eat

I have as many beans as my heart can desire

Do you not desire a meal

I do desire just that, but it’s a meal I seek

Then you are not hungry, he said

You are already full, full of what you think is supposed to be

Your hunger is not in the stomach

Your hunger is in the mind

A mind that is not of your own,

But one that has been constructed by material demons

I follow the good life my friend

I have the good life my friend

My home is humble and cubbard not bare

If it’s an abundance you seek, then it is here

Your eyes cannot see it, cause your mind is now blind to it

I see just fine old man,

You are the one that’s blind

You have nothing to offer me

I stop to offer aid, and you offer me nothing

You are poor and I seek more

It is you that is poor and I offer you wealth

What riches do you hold

You are blind to wrinkles, paths of life

You didn’t notice my glasses, which see paths you’ve yet to travel

My rough hands, awards from climbing through life’s journey

Yes, my pockets are empty, if you look there

Yes, I am wealthy, but you fail to look where

Go on your way young stranger,

You have much to learn before becoming a welcomed guest in my home

There’s no fortune you can offer me old man

Misfortune will follow you my son, until you find your way back to me