Little Things

Just a little poem about the thoughts in my mind.

To some it would seem strange I must confess,
but I am happy in my loneliness.
All alone and broke, but I don't feel poor,
for the wealthy are always wanting more.

You may get riches, but you would still find,
true happiness is just a frame of mind.
Why not be happy with the little things?
For you may not know the worry wealth brings.

I love the little things that comfort me,
now I will drink my little cup of tea.
 

Author's Note

Not perfect, but it is just a little poem about my thoughts.