I'm so po I do declare
can't afford no "o"
no "r's" to spare...
What is po?
Do you know?
Can you afford,
an "r" an extra "o"...
Will work for food!
Do you qualify?
No socks, no shoes
no money to buy...
Do you care,
if you have mo?
the "e" and "r"
spells more
than poor...
Can po just be,
a state of mind...
blissful ignorance,
bred over time?
I've seen po
with lots of sense,
common folks
still waiting to get!
Po folks filled with
morals, values and pride...
They work hard,
at life, they know
how to survive...
What is po?
Do you know?
Will your money,
get you mo?
If you've no kind words,
or deeds to impart...
If you can't relate
to being po at heart...
Turn your nose
and hold it high,
keep on looking
at the sky,
better hope
and pray,
you'll
always
be able
to survive...
George
As always, your friend and fellow bard,
Richard Vallance
Love tinka
~Chrissie
O that any more
With your warm love
We can survive and hold
Hugs,
Victoria
Your poem relates to how I feel too,you are so right!
I adore this poem.
The poorest people in the world are the ones who truly are the richest!
((((Hugs))))
~Nikki~
and offer it to you?
this is a neat take
on the topic of poverty
thanks,
donna.
Carmen
I do alright, but never put me nose high in the air..
Love the write Zenith