I'm not rich
Not in Diamonds, Gold, or Emeralds
Not in Art, or Books, or Wine
I'm rich in Rubies
Gallons of small gems
The sharp cut facets
Tinkling against my skin
I'm rich in Rubies
The weight of them
Crushing me as they spill on the floor
Dripping down in Droplets
Puddles around the Drain
I'm not rich in a real sense
I'm rich in Blood Red Rubies