Rich Poverty

Rich Poverty What fools the rich are, to think they are better than the poor. To not be able to cry for help, or eat scraps off the floor. To not feel the cold earth, through ragged torn shoes. Or tending school half starved, singing that " I wish I had blues". To join the local street gang, and be wanted by their kind. To know people are trying to help, lift the poor from this grind. To not have roaches or rats, to share your lonely bare home. Or tattered walls where the hawk comes in, to let you know its cold. Yet, this is true life, adventures, love, and pain. Where people hope for better things, to come, and come, again.