Sonnet: The Magic Of Poverty Poem by Dr John Celes

Sonnet: The Magic Of Poverty

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A birth in poverty is luck supreme!
A death in poverty, a great blessing;
A life of poverty is rare a dream;
Achievements great, stark poverty can bring.

’Tis poverty that goads nations do feats;
’Tis poverty that stimulates scientists;
In everything, poverty, wealth just beats;
The greatest men were in poverty’s lists.

And poverty lessens our worries much;
Account to God will be much easier;
Poverty gives the saint a divine touch;
In poverty, poets can fly higher!

Poverty helps to shun worldly pleasures;
A soul in poverty, Heaven allures.

9-14-2002

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Julia Moore 17 November 2021

This poem made me cry it was so beautiful

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Denis Mair 29 July 2018

This is a fine tribute to human traits that are revealed all the more admirably in poverty.

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Upendra Upm 23 March 2017

this poem is an eulogy topoverty. povert kills soul, erodes soul., erodes mnd,

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Ryan Sanders 01 January 2006

Sadly I didn't read the passing date of his life. A few years to late I guess. All who read this poem please go to Whistle and Whistling, they are written with the utmost good intentions. Happy New Year! ! !

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Dr John Celes

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Tamilnadu, India
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