Me, myself and poverty
(First draft)
I was gifted with this curse from my birth,
My rightful path upon this earth,
Guardian angel haunting me until I reach my hearse.
Poverty is more, you see, than value; it’s not just monetary,
For just one moment, please,
Look and you will see;
Adverse conditions, storms at sea,
Make sailors weathered and worth their keep.
So don’t tell me we’re unlucky;
I’ll take the wolf pack any day over the fat cats, pigs and sheep.
(2015)
