The Wealth of Nothing
In empty pockets, freedom rings
No coins to weigh, no purse that swings
Just air and lint, a kingdom's worth
Of possibility from dearth
Cardboard palace, newspaper throne
A realm of cast-offs, all my own
Each scrap and fragment tells a tale
Of riches found beyond the pale
Hunger sharpens wit and sight
Stars shine brighter in the night
When belly's empty, heart is full
Of dreams that poverty can't cull
No tax on breath, no rent on sky
The richest view costs not a dime
In having naught, I've found it all
Wealth in spirit, standing tall