True riches

He wipes a drop of sweat from his brow
and thinks, "anyhow,
what I'm goin' through
is nothin', Lord, compared to you"
He lifts the bale
calloused hands tell the tale
a life of sweat
and what does he get?
A passerby's smirk and stare
"Hey jerk why should I care?"
He tried to be brave
but he still ended up in an early grave

Then the One with the nail scarred hands,
patiently waiting to greet the man
said
"Every drop of sweat, every tear,
I noticed them all here
Come in son, your reward is great
don't hesitate -
all you've dreamed of is now your fate
Riches? Ah they're here
but what are riches really
but a place without tears?"