Poverty

The real poverty is an empty soul
 

Filth

Wallowing in filth

we can't see our own decline

governed by the corrupt

distracted by gadgets

reflections of our souls

cast out into the cold
 

All alone

We are all alone in our passing
 carried forward in our faith

reunited with those we love

Just for you

Full circle

you return

to a  loving father

and glorious heaven

just for you
 

Returning Home

Return to thy youth

sweet angel

the days of dying over

your future free

 

and in the end

May you find the peace within

and be one without

loved without end
 

Move On

Tasks completed

when we move on