on being wronged

The path the world would have me take is hate,
I have been wronged, so anger is my right.
But talks of vengeance I will now abate,
He who stole from me, I curse his plight.
He took from me that which I value not:
Possessions that speak nothing of my soul.
And though the laws of man this man forgot,
To see him punished, or harmed is not my goal.
For I delight in nature, and in smiles,
And these are treasures that no man can steal.
And wealth in this world only lasts awhile,
Yet still it fuels most with a fervent zeal.
I will not walk that path of hate and greed,
In friends and smiles, I have all that I need.