Poverty Blues. Poem by SY Wong ...

In that blue
There's not much to eat
Leftovers would be great.

In that blue
There's no friend you call
Problems seem too tall.

In that blue
All you wear turns brown
Torn, you have no relative to seek.

In that blue
You yearn what others have
Yet you won't get.

In that blue
You will be thinking about
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
Yet tomorrow shoots fast like an arrow.

In that blue
Sometimes, you bow your head
Drink your own tears
Fear that harassing fear..