A Poem a Day
Green paper planes
Fly the rich away
But I've got plans to stay.
With my karma I will pay.
I've seen a poor man today
Armed with nothing but news
As I sit with a coffee
Waiting for my muse.
I watch them all walk past
Dressed in suites and tie
Both me and the poor
Cast from society.
That doesn't sit right with me
But I know they want more
So here it goes
A poem a day..
Copyright © Bradley Smith | Year Posted 2020
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