Prosperity Poem by Randy McClave

Whenever he walked by
His eyes were transfixed towards the sky,
Towards the heavens he would cry
As though looking for Gods eye.

He thanked God for all that he had
And for giving him a life that wasn't bad,
He always felt joyous and so glad
And when he looked up he was never sad.

Every night he would always say a prayer
Knowing God was always there,
Hoping for him God would give him care
As towards the heavens, he did stare.

He thanked God for the food upon his table
And giving him a family both strong and able,
And leading him to a job that was stable
"Being blessed", was his label.

After from sleep when he got up
After his first morning cup,
Before he said his first okay, or yup
Towards the heavens he was looking up.

Whenever or whenever he was bound
He always did it without a sound,
Didn't want to know or see anyone around
He looked towards the sky, so to ignore the poor on the ground.

Randy L. McClave