It’s those little birds outside the window
whispering secrets in the morning
that get my mind whirling –
Poverty has nothing to do with how much money you have in the bank.
Poverty is your belief about what you do or do not have.
Millions of people in our world
have never had a bank account,
more than the clothes they wear
or the food to eat for one day
but they do not think of themselves as poor.
There are people with houses big enough for five families,
fridges and freezers filled with enough food for a small town,
running water in every room,
and a pool and hot tub to boot,
who live in fear that someone will take what they own.
Their money, which they’ll never be able to spend in their life time,
is a great worry to them.
They fear being cheated or paying more for something than they should.
They have insurance for their insurance
and distrust every one who gets close to them
for fear it’s only their money they are after.
Driven to buy, the right label, the right car, the best, the biggest.
But surrounded by it all,
there is a deep, incredibly dark void inside of them
that nothing they buy
can ever fill –
That is poverty.
How do I know?
a little bird told me.
©Sharron R. McMillan