Equilibrium...

Rich enough to be showered with hours

But poor enough to marvel

At flowers

Rich enough to understand my place

But poor enough to

Cherish grace

  

Rich because I have loved and been loved

But poor as to never love

Quite enough

Rich, because I hold a piece of bread

But poor enough always to

Bow my head

Poor by standards of humanity

But rich with inheritance

Eye cannot see

© Janet Martin

It's true; hubby sometimes sighs and says he wishes I had a dollar for every poem I've ever written but the end of every dollar is disappearance...

I'm glad for every poor poet 
that picked up his quill
to commit to page
what is with us still!!