Privilege

We walked around an upscale town To pass the time of day. Our grandson’s learning chess and he’d An hour left to play. The stores all catered to the rich, With home goods, clothes and jewels, While everybody passing by Played by those privileged rules. Designer shoes and t-shirts, Brand-new weekend-wear attire, All purchased, when compared to mine, At prices vastly higher. Instead of envy, what I felt Was borderline disgust At lifestyles that I saw embodied By the upper crust. The lesson ended and we took A destination ride For ice cream, still in town, but on The much less ritzy side.