by Bill Yuska

Created on: February 13, 2010

Dirty and unkempt greets the morn,
Wondering why it came to be so torn.
Played the game by the golden rule,
Just to become one more motley fool.

Children spread laughter and ridicule,
Playing around to be among the cool,
As they just don't seem to understand,
What came to happen in this golden land.

Pushing a cart for any place to stand,
Looking for help or just a gentle hand.
Public washrooms trying to stay clean,
Wiping off anger to rid the useless mean.

Belt goes up notches keeping pretty lean,
Uses each scrap not just for going green.
Hands not out always looking for the buck,
Prays for better days ending this bad luck.

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