When you are poor, no one can enter into the door of your life.
When you have nothing, no one can step on the mat of your door
and knock so as to ask for help.
When you do not have any money in your pocket, not even a bird
can land on your head to build a nest.
When emptiness is your daily costume, nobody can include you in
their play to perform a certain character.
When you are poor, not even your own shadow can spare its own
time to be with you because being with you is just like being with the dead.
It is this time when you see who belongs in your shoes
and who can lift your boat of life when it is drowning.