Grace and beauty--
Not because of poverty.
Not exactly in spite of poverty.
Maybe, out of poverty, out of simplicity,
Using only what is absolutely essential
To form beauty that is powerful and elegant.
It is, perhaps, something like the elegance and beauty of old age.
Years and experience wearing away all that is non-essential,
Until what is left shows,
Shines through, blazes out,
Making utterly transparent any superficiality that might attempt to shroud it.
A solid reality you can count on,
And take pleasure in,
With nothing left--nothing extra--