Sonnet: Blessed Are The Poor On Earth

Let discontented men, learn from the poor, Who smile despite the anguish in their hearts; Hard-working all their lives for bread, succor; Yet, struggling always to improve their lots. No job is mean but honesty matters; The vagaries of life tease them so much; And scarcely clothed, that too in such tatters, They wait with patience for God's magic touch. Yet, all the while, their faces wear big smiles; Their hearts are moved by beggar's cries for alms; Barefoot in Rain or Sun, they walk the miles; Their hearts are soft but roughened are their palms. The Gates of Heaven are open to them; Their poverty becomes their diadem. 6-14-2002 by Dr John Celes