To be born poor
Can be a blessing
For what you get
Is what you get
Born naked
Not wanted
Though oozing with life
Born with a smile
A heart so strong
No possessions
Yet
The Gift Of Life
A gift to grow
To share
To connect
A gift
For any, willing to accept
Working hard
For the money
Poor no longer
Growing
Giving
Sprouting seeds
But the tables turn
The cutlery
The napkins
The dinner set is gone
All gone
The once scraps
Now flavoursome leftovers
No more heating
Though blanket & socks
The Gift Of Life
Is not your possessions
The Gift of Life
Is what your heart possesses
Just
What you want to Give
For
Materials
Will Not….
Satisfy your heart
For
Life truly is a Gift
Appreciate each moment
The natural beauty
The hope
That we are all here
To help one another
Copyright Reserved June 12th 2015
Lyn Paul
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