Poetry for the Soul

You are YOU

With a poor salary

Your world is poverty

Not much to say about luxury

You're sick of society

Sick of trickery

Not caring for company

You feel unworthy

You feel cowardly

Not standing firmly

In the face of mockery

You wake and sleep in misery

In every corner facing treachery

Your days are rainy

Clouds are stormy

The hours are hazy

Your eyes blurry

Always so busy

And going a little bit crazy

Everyone's so bossy

And everywhere so noisy

Losing your fragile grip on sanity

Wishing you were living in fantasy

Away from harsh reality

Now, there is no guarantee

To obtain every victory

For tomorrow is always a mystery

But if you face it bravely

With a calm mind and positive energy

You'll find that it's not so scary

Don't be so angry, dearie

Focus on the journey

Smell the roses and enjoy the scenery

Make the discovery

Of the best of humanity

Don't you worry

Bout the worldly

Honey, you might not have money

But that doesn't mean you can't be happy

You make your own destiny

You are beauty

You are YOU