Poverty Is A Gift Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Poverty Is A Gift

Father, poverty is a gift
ask any bird taking a rain bath.
Son, don't make me laugh
there's nothing but rain
Poverty isn't a gift
there's nothing but pain.
So — son fasten your reins
ride for them riches today
don't live by wages daily
paid only once monthly
Father poverty is a gift.
Son, nothing is ever enough,
just ask your mum.

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