Christopher Flaherty Poet Free verse

Parental Classes

Poor is my life my place

Class is my social cross to bare

As doors i know will rather be
slammed in my face not opend
up for the likes of i to enter

Membership denied call yourself
green so why are you wasting
perfectly good paper

So if this be my legacy 
estate or inheritance i leave
or pass on to my children

Given that one's station is
set on stone and can not be
risen above

Must i or shall i die judged
as good or a bad father

Did my children not deserve better

Or should i even had them in
the 1st place or was it a selfish
choice on my part

But then again money can't buy
or trumps love

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David Kavanagh November 29, 2020 at 11:40 AM That last verse speaks volumes Christopher, I heard an old London gangster, friend of the krays, making this statement, “the worse crime a person can commit is bringing kids into this world, in abject poverty”! twisted logic but logic nonetheless, cheers David Christopher Flaherty November 30, 2020 at 12:26 PM Gotcha David yes think it was Barbara Windsor husband she married. Twisted logic indeed thanks for the comment made me rethink shorten 1 of my poems and add a last footnote to this 1. Cheers great commenting