Contrasts

Do we need all we buy
Or buy what we need
Those in need cannot afford
To be greedy

When they have mouths to feed
Babies crying
Old folks dying
Of the lack of food

All decaying
Bills need paying
The fire needs some wood
Mum is sneezing

Grandpa is wheezing
Dad is not looking good
Got no wages
It's been ages

Since he had a job
He does odd jobs now
As much as time will allow
To earn a few bobs.

Woman passes
Wearing sunglasses
Fashioned by the best
Bulgari Flora
You can be sure
They're more expensive than the rest.

Louis Vuitton
Parisien suit on
Her stilettos are handmade
She has a taste for champagne,
Not cordial or lemonade.

Her hair and makeup faultless
If slightly overdone
She is greedy and thoughtless
And competes with everyone

It is all she lives for
She adores
Her life of luxury
She doesn't acknowledge the poor
Why, on earth, should she?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Wolf Avatar
May 10, 2023 at 7:18 PM
Actually, that's right. Why should she? No law to make her acknowledge the poor. And what good would 'acknowledging them' do? ... And with all her spending, she probably helps provides several jobs for people which wouldn't exist otherwise in the store she shops... I don't like her either... But to everyone there is a reason! :) gw
M  Avatar
May 10, 2023 at 6:47 AM
Love this Shirley….the world is so unbalanced! Debx
Hawkins Avatar
May 10, 2023 at 5:04 PM
Sure is.
Turner Avatar
May 10, 2023 at 5:11 AM
Your empathy for the less fortunate is obvious, Shirley but the only person we can control is ourself. We can't judge the wealthy or anyone else. Happy Mother's Day, old duck:)
Hawkins Avatar
May 10, 2023 at 5:23 PM
Thank you, Daniel. The poem was about contrasts in people's lives and how some view the world from their different positions. I leave the judgement to the judge of us all. I hope all is well with you, Daniel. Take care, Old Duck
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