The Wealth of the Destitute by Denise Levertov‏

How gray and hard the brown feet of the wretched of the earth.
How confidently the crippled from birth
push themselves through the streets, deep in their lives.

How seamed with lines of fate the hands
of women who sit at street corners
offering seeds and flowers.
How lively their conversation together.
How much of death they know.
I am tired of ‘the fine art of unhappiness.’
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/41