poverty

This ailment clips my bare soul 
My malady hides my ample sight 
Penury loads my cognition. Watery hole 
Shift not far my destination, yet too blight

It is corral, harvesting my living carcass 
I don't egender 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 ship will wheel 
My fervor will ease and I'll scope my haven 
My wounds and lesions will then heal 
I will grab my revenue as in Heaven