Poverty; Lack Of Resource Or Mindset

As I think of poverty, images built up

Of parched faces and skeletal built up

Eyes filled up with unfulfilled hope

Wandering around with a wild grope

This is scary, this needs to cease

Survival for all should be with ease

But poverty if so thought, is true but shallow

Its forms divergent, cast a miserable shadow

Hardly looking beyond self, oblivious of society

Carving only for more, adding up anxiety

Deep in abundance, but devoid of an embrace

Is this not poverty, nobody there to match your pace?

Enjoying green pastures, with your family and friends

Blindfolded towards people, not meeting their ends

Days filled with a zest for life, but devoid of humanity

Is this not poverty, nurturing a malign mentality?

Indebting yourself, for nothing but survival

Appreciating something, which is paltry and trivial

Aplenty of everything, but devoid of savor

Is this not poverty, trading your pride for a favor?

Failing frequently, baffled by the intricacy

Scratching the head, at slightest complicacy

Highly educated, but devoid of knowledge

Is this not poverty, looking at someone to pull your sled?

Poverty need not necessarily be a lack of wealth

It can be a trifle mindset, loss of self-pride and health

Poverty cannot be eradicated by amassing a fortune

But by blowing evenly across, for a perfect tune