Awake Poem by A A Isaactamson

You said you're poor
But I can swear you're rich
Stop sitting on the floor
Get up and dive into lifes' pitch

The stars have not stopped glittering
But your hopelessness darken the night
Be responsible and stop blaming
Be awake in your dreams and see the light

Indeed you were rechet
Because you beg for pity
You allow confusion to matchet
The glory of your beauty


Hold your hopes high
And labor hard for your dreams
You and the rich are created by the same most high
And on you I see the gleams of the grace in them,

You're not.. because you were born...
You're because you divorce your dreams for peanuts.