Abundance Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Abundance is a lovely thing
who wouldn't want to have it?
a cellar filled with summer fruit
and fields a sea of heather

Abundance can be comforting
wine flowing from rich cups
warm coats and drapes
of woolen cloth
and shoes of sturdy leather

Abundance is a word unknown
to lonely wayside strangers
in threadbare shirts
and broken shoes
they shudder in cold weather

Abundance is a cunning thing
it sneaks beneath the rafters
when soup is thinned
so all can eat
as neighbors get together.