POVERTY
OF
THE SPIRIT
Blessed Are The Poor of Spirit
For Theirs Is The Kingdom Of God
You are getting the curtain call
When you are disinchanted with it all
Have no reason for living
And with a feeling of giving
All that was dear you are heaving
Mostly your kin you can't win
your feet you drag
Your eyes grow dim
How your bones and muscles ache
Mornings you just hate to wake
Everything to you seems nought
Everything on earth is lost
Heaven awaits you
Come at last
To your creator come in haste
With Love
'lil flower
Keep the faith.
God Bless,
Lew
Fee