Remembering the Poor

Remembering The Poor For from being poor one must see, From day to day is a harsh reality. Because when the pain of life is a way of life, For each minute is a days pure sacrifice. When each day goes by with a lifetime of suffering, Comes with the pain of just nothing. That nothing but the reality of hope from the mercy of God, Knowing he loves those who stride. But they say, time brings patience, So why is it that the rich are so selfish and ungracious. Still their is one happy thought from the poor, And that's, God always opens his door.