The Poorest Of The Poor... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The poorest of the poor...
They say that we are
But we can smile for sure
And wish upon a falling star
We have our love to give
And anything worth to share
Go on the earth to live
And just by being here

The richness is inside
Of feelings to stir awake
Some hope may well collide
In what there is at stake
But still we have our own
That money cannot gain
More glittery than gemstone
- Our heart and our brain

The poorest of the poor...
We haven't notice this
For we’re just as you’re
When everything's amiss
So richness we have as much
As anyone else on Earth
We have our heart and touch
It must be of gold its worth