Rich Man Poor Man

By Ezar

As snow flakes fall to cover the side walk my people get tired of the side talk
Work for me You won't be financially but at least you put a couple gifts under the tree 
At least you can get your car fixed while I pull off in a new mercades
Oh ya make sure you fill out the paperwork for welfare
I will have my  secretary sign it while I set by my pool in Bellaire
Have you ever been there you can smell the sweetness of success in the air
How is Jamal doing 
I almost cried when I heard someone was at his school shooting
Thank goodness my son goes to the same school as the son of Patrick Ewing
You can stay in my guest house if you thinking about moving 
Rent free that's the least I can do for someone who works for me
I was going to stop by but that part of town is too rough for me 
I wanted you to meet my daughter she just got her masters degree 
So she can take over the business after me
You know how important it is to leave a legacy
What collage is Jamal going to or is he still going to the army
I hear they pay for college tuition 
I told my son its not worth it when your arms and legs missing
But I understand Jamal got to do what he got to do 
Giving Jamals hand he got to move how he has to move 
Well I have to go watch for the stocks on the news 
See you on Monday I hope your situation improves Peace
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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De Beaulieu Avatar
April 29, 2017 at 8:15 PM
I like the part of your poem. A 7Nice to meet you.Street Cries.
Capitano Avatar
April 3, 2017 at 7:04 AM
The haves and the have nots completely tied up in knots; your portrayal of the betrayal is a masterpiece you see. I love it from top to bottom.
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April 3, 2017 at 12:41 AM
Wow! Your words of pure truth pierces the soul, Ezar. Your poems elevate my consciousness. My awareness is given laser focus by your intense depths of perception. As the biblical saying goes: iron sharpeneth iron. Such a poetic masterpiece ... and you have great, riveting titles to your poems. Much love and more love to you and yours.
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