Empty pockets, a barren sight,
Bills unpaid, a constant fight.
Pennies vanish, like whispers in the breeze,
The grip of poverty, a relentless squeeze.
No lavish indulgence, no luxury to find,
Scarcity binds, leaving dreams confined.
Worn shoes, tattered clothes, a worn-out song,
The melody of struggle, playing out strong.
Grocery aisles, a careful dance,
Budgeting pennies, taking a chance.
Counting the coins, stretching each dime,
Surviving the famine of the wallet's rhyme.
Dreams deferred, ambitions on hold,
A tale of brokenness, untold.
But in the depths of scarcity's embrace,
Resilience blooms, with unwavering grace.
For wealth is measured not in gold,
But in the spirit, that can't be sold.
With hope as currency, the soul survives,
As dreams persist, and poverty subsides.
