Stretched in between abundance and nothing,
Amidst every thread woven by these two;
From how to breathe and smell and taste like king,
To *** of poverty that paupers brew...

Life of lack I accept yet not upset,
Within its buds are lessons to learn from;
Still in much I'm humbled for riches fret,
Some go fleeting when storms suddenly come.

On that lone crossroad between these pathways,
All the lessons learned from these lives apart
And from the ups and downs, I'll praise always...
Through it all, my heart from God won't depart.

Patience is what I'm christened amidst none...
In plenty, as sober as moon at dawn.