Rich Thoughts, Poor Habits
With no riches to afford happiness, I dwell in poverty and pain
With no payment in sight, I shut my eyes to a world I do not know
Coins jingle as they search for a way of escape from my entrapment
The increments are present, yet I have no sense
With dreams of spending blindsided by the reality of begging
Copyright © Jaquay Atkins | Year Posted 2019
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