born
with a silver spoon into
luxuary
born
with a plastic spoon into
poverty
we already
do not belong
to ourselves
poverty
is getting to old
for us
run
with your success
you can
call a few of the shots
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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