Poor Child

Being a poor child growing up
When you couldn’t ask for things
And you couldn’t whine and complain
And you had to share everything with siblings
This can all seem okay to that child

To a child
Things are bright
Happy
Calm
And exciting

To a child
Life is only something
That doesn’t even seem
Like a near object
But instead
A figment of their imagination

When that child grows up
Life becomes real
So real in fact
It becomes scary
And some whish
They didn’t have to go through it

This poor child
Who shared everything
Who was happy as a child
Is no longer poor
But somehow
Money seemed to make things worse

That person
Ended up seeing
That money wasn’t what made them happy
But the people around them
They made life worth living

Since this realization
They spend as much time
As humanly possible
With the ones
Who make life great