How does it feel?
Morning warm and snug, wrapped up tight
Waking cold and hungry, unsettled night
Breakfast cooked, maybe cereal or toast
Searching trash for bits, making the most
Discoloured water on broken paths
Gold coloured taps, on porcelain baths
Clothes washed ironed and folded neat
Walking dishevelled through the dirty street
Overflowing bins, rubbish strewn, upon the ground
Affluent places where only the richest are found
The educated elite, silver spoon, land on their feet
Graduates of the school of life on every street
How does it feel, can we truly know?
As we pass by, about our business we go
Do we really care, or are we just fake?
Are we but victims of the choices we make?
Working hard to earn enough to pay your way
Alone and unemployed, just another day
Holiday breaks away, posh hotels in which to reside
While those less fortunate are left outside
The crush to reach and achieve our goal
Self-obsessed ego’s without a soul
Is it there but for the grace of god go I
Or is it better to cheat, steal, or lie
Birthdays, get together's family fun
Forgotten memories, a life undone
The journey of life, school, job, a wife
Reality hits hard and cuts like a knife
How does it feel, will we ever know
Unless into the same depths we go
A humble man can still be king
With love, kindness, and charity the joy we can bring
Hiding from our fears will not make them disappear
Life’s murky waters are often unclear
Do we determine the path we choose?
Or is life merely a game of roulette you win you lose
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