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Poem -- Poverty and Prosperity

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  • pierre jefferson
    Poverty and Prosperity Poverty lives in anger` on torn up neglected streets, Always down and crying the blues` to everyone it meets, With weeds growing out
    Message 1 of 1 , Aug 23, 2007
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                      Poverty and Prosperity
       
       
      Poverty lives in anger`
      on torn up neglected streets,
      Always down and crying the blues`
      to everyone it meets,
      With weeds growing out side its window`
      where a rose garden use to be,
      And no hope for the future`
      as far as it could see,

      Prosperity lives in comfort
      with green grass and rolling hills,
      A silver spoon in its mouth`
      with no worry about paying bills,
      Laying next to a french poodle`
      dressed up in silk ... satin ... and lace,
      While getting a deep message`
      with a relaxing smile on its face,

      Poverty goes to bed hungry`
      with a cold chill in the night,
      With a tired old dog chewing fleas`
      by Kendal wood fire light,
      With aching bones and throbbing pain`
      on a hard cold woolen bed,
      With thoughts on how to pay its bills`
      dancing around inside its head,

      Yes they both live in the same city`
      divided by pine trees and moss,
      Surely as the sun will rise tomorrow`
      their paths may never cross.
       
       
      Pierre Andre, 2007 (c)
      All Rights Reserved
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
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