Broken Things Poem by Ibn Ali

I see beauty in broken things,
Scarred souls,
Sometimes hunger pangs make me feel alive more,
A dark past makes the future brighter,
Sometimes fewer choices make me more incisive,
A poor man is hardly ever wasteful,
When sorrowful I'm solemn but it makes me less distasteful,
A crowded room makes me yearn for company of self,
But loneliness makes me appreciate my family's true wealth,
When I'm low I look to those that're lower,
There's solace in the knowledge in knowing you're not lowest,
There's much to say for health, shelter and full stomach,
Security and sanctity of mind must be acknowledged,
But faith alone is the greatest gift, amongst all others,
And contentment in strife is more reward than the rich men in their leisure.