Abounding Poverty Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking this earth, listening, finding out how others live
in other parts of the world.

Poverty abounds everywhere you look, never skipping any
nationality or person.

Likelihood of having anything in life is very limited to
say the least.

Beautiful souls find themselves as one with nature and
nothing else seems to matter after that.

So entirely at peace, even with nothing to their names,
living on a hope and prayer.

Walking their particular solo journeys with a happiness
and joy found nowhere else but within themselves, a caring
and compassionate place to be and stay.