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Wealth

February 14, 2019
By AHS_JLu SILVER, Hartland, Wisconsin
AHS_JLu SILVER, Hartland, Wisconsin
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I walk in clothes previously worn.

I sit on the couch that trembles and wobbles.

I scavenge from the table of leftovers unwanted by the wealthy.


I sleep under the roof carpeted with dripping water.

I dream amongst the stars already wished.

I age in the house of the willful.


Though I learn with the worldly,

compete with the winners,

And laugh with the people who make me winded.


What does this make me?

wretched, worthless, wrongful?

wonderful, wholesome, welcomed?


Whatever you wish, be warned

because without a second thought,

I won’t listen.



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AHS_JLu SILVER said...
on Mar. 8 2019 at 1:33 pm
AHS_JLu SILVER, Hartland, Wisconsin
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Nice poem