A POEM TITLED "A PINT OF HOPE TO THE DESTITUTE" BY BRYCE PAUL MATTHIAS

A PINT OF HOPE TO THE DESTITUTE

After so long, I feel sick

To me it’s an ordeal

For as long as they've known, they've felt sick

To them it’s no big deal.

After so long, I experience bankruptcy.

I feel like it’s all over

For as long as they've known, they've known no money

Yet, their hope is ever green

I've got to learn from them there’s something to learn from them

They’re called beggars, but they’re actually teachers.

                                                                                                BRYCE PAUL MATTHIAS

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