PovertyA Poem by BlueShadowHe was in the living room watching TV When suddenly black clouds and blue rain came The power went out and he scurried to safety In his basement where the environment was much more tame He waited and waited for the weather to dissipate Hours and hours went on by Finally he could go up To say goodbye to his living room and hi to the sky His house was gone as the storm was rough His life savings were gone in a flash Saddened by the weather’s lack of love He needed things and a lot more cash He walked on the ground and felt saddened No more than a beggar alone He was angry, upset, in despair and mad He kicked a few brown stones He was poor now, chained to the earth Like a prisoner in misery He didn’t know what to do in desolate’s mirth Now a pauper, in history © 2022 BlueShadow |
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Added on August 7, 2022 Last Updated on August 7, 2022 AuthorBlueShadowGainesville, FLAboutThis account on this website is entirely dedicated to "BlueShadow", a free and online book that is hundreds of pages long and was a joy and wonder to write. I loved writing this book because.. more..Writing
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