Poem Not Feeling Sorry For Myself Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Never having had a manicure or pedicure, no pretty dresses
or jewelry anymore for I'm unable to work according to my
doctors, it's too much stress.

Constantly going without, getting only one pair of shoes
a year that insurance will approve to fit with the braces
I now have to wear because of a doctor's error.

Wearing jeans and tee-shirts because I cannot afford any
other types of clothing as cheaply, no dress clothes, no
jacket, not even a sweater.

Never having anything, not caring at all as long as I have
a pen in hand and paper to write on here on the desk in
front of me.

Using my mind and intellect, writing poems without having
to think, a treasure trove of verses, words and meanings
at my beck and call.

What need I for riches and materialistic items in this
world, you cannot take them with you when you die, being
so rich in poverty, not having to worry about taking it
with me.

It has already fallen through my hands during life, but
poetry I have written all through the years will be left
behind on earth for everyone in the world, as I step into
heaven receiving promises of God.