Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

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Steve Is Poor

Scrooge counted pennies
no waste at his door
Steve however was very
very very poor
brandy sour was all there was
the sweetness all gone
with morning doves
no food for thought
rations the norm
Jane left when eyes were closed
the street her only new chore
a penny for ones thoughts
as history repeats
Napoleon marched
many died
I sip my brandy
asking why?

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Paul Callus December 12, 2018 at 8:41 AM A poetic insightful view into society and the different classes it harbors. Are our opinions worth just pennies, or more? Do those in power care? ~ Regards // paul

Carolyn Devonshire December 12, 2018 at 6:19 AM The contrast between wealthy Scrooge and penniless Steve is well-developed, Arthur. It appears the class system lives on, my friend and if we don't learn from history, we are often doomed to repeat it. Really like this one as it gave me much to ponder. Well done! Hugs, Carolyn

Billy Jones December 11, 2018 at 10:14 PM Very good Poem, was a nice read liked this one a lot ^_^

Jan Allison December 11, 2018 at 3:09 AM Such sad imagery especially at this time of year Art. I am sure Steve was much more sensible than scrooge, if Steve had a candle at least he'd have lit it and got heat and warmth not like the old guy lol . hugs Jan xx