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
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment