Poverty In A Lonely Land

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Poverty In A Lonely Land Speaking gratitude into the silence I thank God for smiling on a lesser being My means to survive are shrunken Every decent serving of sustenance Reminds me blessings Come few and far between Rain seldom showers In a dry and thirsty desert. Any meal I get is a miracle for me Joy arrives when my belly is full again So why should favor be shared Only to me when so many starve? Decency is a priced out thing A convenience rarely given Sorrow and suffering are twin faces Worn by too many in a lonely land. Copyright © 2023 Charles Edward York No part of this poem may be used or reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any way or form or by any means electronic, mechanical, recording, or otherwise without the written permission of the author.* more »