In The Wealthy Cities

Poem By Francis Duggan

In the wealthy cities where the aspirational for success compete
From ill fitting shoes poor people walk on sore and blistered feet
Just to survive from day to day their challenge in life to meet
They have lost their dreams of greatness the poor homeless of the street

Some of them won't see tomorrow from their ghosts nowhere to hide
In the dark and dingy alley they will end life in suicide
Things may have been better for them if lady luck was on their side
In life you lose your will for living when you lose your sense of pride

Many of them were born into bad family circumstance
And of success in life does stand little chance
Following in the bad example of their parents who for drug taking have spent much time in jail
It is hard to succeed in life for those who are doomed to fail

In the big and wealthy city there too is poverty
For winners there are losers this is how life seems to be
Those who say we choose how we live in their words themselves deceive
I am one who on individual life destiny happen to believe

To every wealthy city there is a poorer side
In the dark and grimy alleys where poverty hide
Are the homeless and friendless in life doing it tough
The hungry and drug addicted who live and sleep rough.

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