Broke
April 19th, 2009
A friend sent me
a poem by Alice Walker
in which she tells us
that grief is comparable to gold.
My wealth knows
no limits.
It’s boundless
and never
is fully spent.
For when it’s low
when I’m almost out
something
occurs
to replenish it.
I’ll never be
completely broke
in this life.
But one day
I will leave
all this wealth
behind me.
I’ll move
to another place
penniless
certainly
without my gold.
No purchasing power,
no list will I have
I will rejoice in my
broke-ness
and be fully
glad of it.
©2003 by Shari Lynne Smothers
From Pebbles in My Shoes © 2004 by Shari Lynne Smothers
