Poverty can come in many different ways, 
 

It has no means or matter of days.
 

Poverty can be seen and poverty can be blind,

It corrupts the soul as well as the mind.
 

Poverty hits the hearts of children and old, 

Both of whom can become distant and cold. 

Poverty gives a sence of hoplessness even when you try, 

Causing pain and agony as many wander by. 

Bundled up while people think you'er scum, 

While looking into a cheap bottle of rum.

Hoping and praying this will be your last,

If only you could fix the mistakes from the past.