The Poor

The Poor prose poem

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Being poor is never the real purpose of the poor
There’s no reason for the poor to remain on the floor
We must help them arise, and reach for something more

Although it will not happen in just a day;
We must strive to make poverty go away

We must not simply aid and feed the poor
Let’s provide a key for them to open the door

If together we make a plan,
There are things we must understand

If together we dare to build a school
The poor will learn and make their own rules

If together we should plant a seed
The seed will sprout, burst forth and succeed
As we control the weeds, food will come at nature’s speed

If together, in sweat and tears, we drill a well
Before long, sweet and fresh waters will show and tell

In due season, the schools will turn into learning machines;
And this key to knowledge will open endless possibilities

Those plants from little seeds will turn to loaves of bread,
Thousands will be fed, and much love and joy will spread

The wells will free many from their thirsty cells,
Releasing and cleansing them from many of their ails.

Poet’s Note:
The greatest help in aiding the poor is not ‘simply helping’, but helping by investing to get maximum return. In other words, are we taking them fishing, or are we teaching them ‘how to fish’? Do they become fishermen? If not, we all are the poorer still.

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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Making a needy self-sufficient is the best service we can do! Nice thought behind the poem:)


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