Sharing Poverty Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sharing Poverty



Babies kept in prison by people tired of living,
there is no hope, love is barren, arid, deadened
by hurt.

Touching upon the nature of God, seeing the poverty
man has shared, walking in shadows, holding on,
trying to become.

Forgiving nature's held quietly within, waiting
for hope to begin in another person.

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