Luxury

The whispering of a rich Victorian clock sounds ever so appealing With a mahogany table and a vase with 24 full stemmed roses on display And a mirror at the end of the hallway I can’t really contain my delight of Luxury For when I open my eyes I will be here Counting the few dollar bills in my hand I love that feeling When I can lay down and instead of counting time I could count happiness When I could see my people not labor in vain No matter how much money I make it’s always going to stay the same It’s harder to live than to die without a coin in my purse and a frown on my brow Everlasting torture I receive when I view that house on the hill Full of nice things I’ll probably never have and never will It gets harder when it’s cold and my mother has to work outside For a couple of dollars an hour and with pain in her backside And no matter how hard I try to rub it out The pain will stay in her eyes And my brother and sisters cry for a better life so I work Pulling an halfass job on minimum wage just to get by Vindicate me please, I can’t live on the tips you give me I might seem materialistic but the things I need aren’t free, Damnit I try not to ask for much but I’ll give my soul my life my heart my dreams for that tiny light of hope That I seldom get to see And someday my mother will have that house with as many rooms as she wants And my father will no longer have to work overtime to afford the food we eat on our dining room table I swear as soon as I get my degree I’m a little selfish, a little too smart, and a bit too confident But that’s the ingredients it takes to get past you and take what you have