Value Of Life Poem by Darrin McMiller Jr.

I watched people work hard for cash
Making $20 dollars a day
With only 25 cent bags of chips
And lil huggies reaching their mouths
Some consider a meal
Less fortunate consider it luxury
It's taxing for a young heart to see
These same people told me I can be
Anything in this world, but day after day
These same men and women
Were nothing more than worldly possessions
Spending their whole lives to get out of debt they inherited
I wasn't born rich, but I want to die wealthy
And my wealth doesn't involve shiny beads and paper
It's living and loving life, and reducing labor