Unworthy
As he, reeling, roamed the back streets
the grimy alleyways, the filth weighed on him
He, born to privilege, was unworthy
no better -- No! the same as -- the stooped
figures scurrying into the shadows of despair
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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