121910a Close Enough Poem by Manonton Dalan

i should have counted shiny tiles
that my shoes touched through
instead of watching sad faces
looking at prices and feeling odd
pity is like sand drifting in my heart
it pains so much but though i'm not

why should i share their broken desire
to have something beyond their means
could be greed of monstrous proportion
it's learned behavior we should control
no difference feeling in love; must have
shout of thirsting soul; isn't it my dear lad