This is a poem I wrote and I like it, hope you do!
Different lives
I want a bed, warm and soft,
Instead, I sleep up here, in the loft
I work all day and sometimes night,
On the streets, you have to fight
You have it easy, with money and food
I work out here where people are rude
We are street-rats, no use to them
Our outlook on life can be very dim.
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I have everything, yes that's true,
But I am not happy, doing what I do
I am privileged, that's what I'm told,
But you will be free until you're old
You can play, talk and tease,
I must do as my parents please
You sell, you shout and you are free,
And I am stuck being wealthy.
My life is just what you want,
but believe me, there is nothing to flaunt.