Poverty: A poem

Tell me, where generosity has gone?

When in seeking, you are all alone

Counting not blessings, but possessions

Are they wont to be your passions?

In far off lands, there are children

on the street, who have nothing at all to eat

And if you care to wallow in your greed

Little else matters but the edifices of your need

When for those that have little but share

An empty tomorrow they bravely dare

Heed the choices you are letting go by

If you insouciantly have humaneness die

For the gift of giving is receiving

sheer happiness. Not the deceiving

of material acquisitions garnered

And the spirit cruelly hindered.

Rich are those that benevolently care

the goodness in them that unfailingly share

True poverty is in the selfishness of the heart

In not knowing, altogether, what God art