I lost.
Or so I thought…
My family deserted me.
My room fled from me.
My health trembled at Providence.
My money went to nothing y my earning potential went to nada.
A rehab center was all I had to reside in.
A bed was all God Almighty left me with.
Then it was gone.
Like the water and food: gone.
He gave back what he had taken in the form of this: restoring of a normal life plus everything he could dream.
It was like a dream.
And his dream was dependent on a prayer.
Now he was freed from money's grasp and could live based on prayer instead of dependent on money.
A found, fond, pristine dream: nada dinero con nada problemas.