Poverty and Poor
Poverty and poetry
No bard is poor
But indeed all
For he sings
For he weeps
When time demands
His pocket is poor
But his heart rich.
His books, his heir
His pens, his tools
His pains, his property
His poverty, his poetry
His poetry, his publicity
His publicity, his problem
His problem, high priced volumes
His wishes to buy all
His pocket sighs
Why on earth publishers shelf
Makes him rich
And we wait in queues
To correct our vision.
In his fancies, he rules
But in reality, he is ruled
What makes him write
Is no currency notes
His blood flooded with tears
To narrate common woe.
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