PovertyA Poem by Bookworm1223Poverty is the thing that swallows the Sole on your shoes, Completely worn through, Though you wear them day in and day out Because you know. Without a doubt. That if you were to walk in a shop, Search the shelves bottom to top, You would find you had no money for a tongue nor a lace, You simply couldn't afford shoes to replace The battered weather beaten slips of rubber under your toes, You try to hide the signs, but the world still knows. It may know, but it ignores. Thinks you disgusting to beg for more Money that you need to make it one more week A better life is the only thing that you seek. You cry to yourself, in pain and in fear, While silently asking, “How did I end up here? This wasn’t what my family planned for me, I had a whole life that I guess just wasn’t meant to be.” Your stomach is empty, like your barren change cup, Too afraid to look around, too ashamed to look up. Some hurry past, averting their gaze While some seem sympathetic in their own ways, But the man, woman or child that really sees you, The one who drops in a coin is too far and too few, For you to have just one more meal, But people say hang in there, just deal. Just deal with no home, no money, no clothes, Just deal with the battered, weather beaten slips of rubber under your toes. © 2016 Bookworm1223Featured Review
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