The Underworld
Under the world of the rich
Below the higher class
Lurk the poor, and the gloomy
Ones who live in the past
Enjoying every moment
Any might be their last
Yet looked down upon
By this higher class
They feel as though
They are discarded trash
Only the poor
Can make joyful moments forever last
They lurk under the world
Of the rich higher class
Copyright © Michael Harris | Year Posted 2006
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