The Poor's Exit Door

The Poor's Exit Door


  The sign is painted red,
      but what does it mean?
          Probably the exact opposite,
              of what is painted green.
                  Maybe that is only in
                      the traffic lights flashing.
                          Or the signs about direction,
                              green enters as reds exiting.

    It doesn't matter which way you
        go in through the out door.
            No matter where you find yourself,
                people will always look for more.
                    So you better beware of just,
                        what it is you have in store.
                            The poor feed the rich,
                                and the poor feed the poor...



Bmdavey@
03/19/16
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Dietrich Avatar
May 6, 2016 at 7:46 PM
Just checked and saw I had not even added you to my fave poet list. Good grief. now it's done!! (by the way, those last two lines in this poem are AMAZING and so TRUE)
Davey Avatar
May 8, 2016 at 1:00 AM
Thanks Andrea I am so excited that you like my poems enough to be on your favorite poet list, likewise you are on mine of course! have a wonderful evening
Lindley Avatar
March 22, 2016 at 5:31 AM
ADDING THIS TO MY FAV LIST. So reminds me of what my father said often back in the 60's. " THE RICH JUST KEEP ON GETTING RICHER, WHILE THE POOR KEEP ON GETTING POORER." A7
Davey Avatar
March 22, 2016 at 8:21 PM
Wow I am honored to make your favs list and am happy to hear that we share like views on this subject, thanks for reading
Onclaud Avatar
March 20, 2016 at 3:42 PM
written with such depth and keen observation of life, brian... greeat work!..huggs
Davey Avatar
March 22, 2016 at 8:20 PM
thank you Nette I do try to be observant and aware of how fortunate or unfortunate the people are around me, thanks for reading
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