Poor But Rich

I may be poor But yet I'm so rich I count myself lucky And so privileged. I have a roof over my head And a warm cosy bed To rest my head. Although my body is often weak And I'm in a lot of pain My faith in God. Keeps me sane. I have enough to eat Clothes on my body And shoes on my feet. I try to live a simple life But find it hard I struggle without a wife Or child to call my own. I am comfortable And have all I need I can pay my bills And money enough to which to feed. I try to stay focused in what I do have And not what I've not Even though to some It may not seem a lot. I often give to those less fortunate than me For such things make me Truly happy but also sad For the world is full of want And also greed wickedness a d bad. Count your blessings for what you have For tomorrow it could all be gone The powers that be are tacking care of that The rich get richer And the poor get even more poor Who knows what's around the corner Or behind your door. Be thankful for what you have got Even if what you do have Is not a lot. Peter Dome.copyright.2015.July.