The Will To Poverty

But for my poverty I have no will power
Surrendering to meek desires
My dreams are extremes of my misfortunes
Soul guarded by poverty
I stray as far as my loaf of bread
My tastes, much to the envy of the fishes, exquisitely refined to water
Think as much as I dare tempt my vagaries
Dream as much as I dare meager opportunities
I believe promising hard work exists out there
Plural frailties won’t allow me discovery
Restrained to have no will power but for my poverty
Poverty exposing all my inner weaknesses
nurturing their growth
Inner weeds growing to devour all of my defenses

RC