poverty

This ailment clips my bare soul

My malady hides my ample sight

Penury loads my cognition. watery hole

Shifts not far my destination, yet too blight

It is corral harvesting my living carcass

I don't engender chaff in the shining sun

This coop is an enclosure of my idleness

Like a jailbird my to be is limited and shun

*one day, my wandring sheep will wheel

My fervor will ease and I will scope my haven

My wounds and lesions will heal

I will grab my revenue as in  HEAVEN