When Looking At People Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

When looking at other people who are poor and living
in sheer poverty, not thinking of their looks, their
positions in life.

Just thinking to myself, I wish I was filthy rich so
I could help everyone across the board having nothing
to their names.

That is my only wish, to help others, for what need do
I have for money, having grown up poor, knowing what
the poor want or need.

Knowing their desire of wishing to be loved for who
they are within, not what you see around you when
going to their homes or meeting them on the street.

Look not down on these people God has created, look
within them for the goodness they hold within their
souls.

What do others or the poor see when looking into depths
of your soul, compassion, caring, love or greediness,
selfishness and intolerance sitting within your egos?

Do they find ungodly manners of life, do you allow god
to live within your interior life or have you shut the
door on Him as you have done to the poor on earth?