Poor Side Of Town

 I used to live on the poor side of town,
Trash and closed business's all around,
Thought it was like living in hell,
So there was no one that I would tell,
The children played in the street,
Torn up shoes on their feet,
Houses that were ready to fall apart,
This is where I got my start,
I went to college so I could learn,
Now I have money to burn,
I moved up to the rich side,
I strutted around full of pride,
I lived there for more then a year,
Not a voice did i hear,
Not a simple wave did I see,
These people were rich but in no way free,
So I packed up and moved back down the street,
Now it's poor people that I greet,
They all way or say Hi,
Every time someone drives by,
My house is old and could fall apart,
But these people still have a heart,
Their nose isn't up in the air,
About each other they still care,
This is where live is rich for me,
It's friendly smiling faces that I see,
It doesn't matter rich or poor,
I just didn't know what I had before!

An Uncle Charlie Original

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

As the old saying goes the grass isn't always greener on the other side. Nice write. Thank you for sharing. Debileah