The Poverty of Trappings


A roof through which

The rain can’t run

Feeling poorly…

Cupboard full of food

Feeling poorly…

Health is rude and money

Plenty friends and family abound

Feeling poorly…


A roof through which

Your truth can’t run

Feeling poorly…

Food that starves

Your heart from nourishments

Of heartiness it needs

Your ruddy cheeks

Deceive the sight

From knowing inside

What is not all right

And light of friends and family

Surround crowd out

What should abound within

It’s cold when warm without

Feeling poorly…


©K Barr


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