Thankful

I have no food. My stomach rumbles from hunger. My body reacts in weakness, Sending the message of pain to my brain. My heart beats in rhythms, Making me aware of being alive I have no shelter. My body constantly gets Drenched in the sun And in the rain, With sweat and cold As my logo. But still, the awareness of life Rises from within. I have nothing but rags As a covering for my nudity, Not any of the necessities. No food, No home, With rags as clothes. But still, I'm aware I'm alive. In everything, give thanks. Poverty or riches, Happiness or woes. Asides hell, what could be worse than death? In life, hope is born. Be thankful.