The Rich Man and The Poor Man
America is so hard to understand, for me at least,
Why are there millionares but people still left with a rat to feast,
The rich man lives in lavish and security,
When the poor men and women have to fight for food and purity,
A rich man goes to work everyday and passes the same man,
This man is always on the street, alone, with a few pennies in his hand,
Everyday the poor man asks the rich man for some spare change,
The old poor man is also sickly in his 80 year old age,
The rich man walks by like he never hears the ongoing request,
He grabs his breifcase to his chest and walks clear out his way to the left,
The poor man can only afford a cup of coffee for the small sum that he made,
He sees the rich man and gives to him that cup of coffee the next day,
The rich man looks at him in awe but does not except the drink,
While he sits in his office he's still wondering and he thinks,
"Why would this man, so poor and homeless offer me some coffee?",
"I've never given him anything for him to have the favor to return to me",
The next morning the poor man dies of starvation in the cold cement street,
The rich man thinks to himself," God why couldn't I have just gotten him something to eat,"
The rich man cries and cries for the poor man he didn't get to know,
While the poor man stares down on him while every tear touches his soul,
The next day a woman is in the place where the poor man used to lay,
The rich man sees her and says "I'll be right back, can you please stay?"
The women says yes to the rich man and she waits for him to come back,
When he does he takes her to get a cheeseburger and a small snack,
He cares for her all day and he lets her stay with him the night,
The poor woman is so happy like she is flying in the clouds on a kite,
The woman wakes up in the night yelling the rich man's name in alarm,
The rich man gets to her just in time for her to fall happily dead in his arms,
