The corridors of life
Are teeming with a million footsteps
Parading in a endless search
Foraging for a better life
Along the crowded city markets
The burden of life exposed on their faces
Fault lines appearing in pairs along their foreheads
Permanently imprinting the memories in their skin
The fast lanes of life
Are full of elusive wealth
Invisible packaged packets of riches
Hangs from the ceiling of life
Where no poor souls can reach
Even those with extraordinary arms of education
Have long lost their ability to use their folded certificates
Their arthritic educational papers rendered useless
Unable to lift them from their seat of misery
The fast lanes of life
Are brimming with opportunities
That hangs on huge billboards
Protruding from every street corner
With their fancy price tags
And their expensively placed status
Unavailable to the masses
Who toil daily on the streets below
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Parading in a endless search Foraging for a better life, Really very wonderfully presented and thought provoking poem.10.
Thank you.