Nothing Matters

When I was young
there was shame in being poor
a sandwich for lunch
No snack or drink

When I was young
we didn't worry if our socks matched
as long as we had a sock on both feet
We were ahead of the game

When I was young
Mama gave us 3 meals a day
Clean hand me downs 
and a twin bed met with 4.

When I was young 
my siblings and I were our 
favorite things to play with
and fight for.

When I was young all
was fair in love and war.
I wish when I was young 
we were all young.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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January 18, 2013 at 6:47 PM
Elba; I come from a very poor family. I mean poor, but we don't have to stay that way. We can always better ourselves. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla
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