The Fall 

And there he was just walking down the street
The air about him hung like sheets of silk
Expensive shoes are dripping off his feet
I wonder what it’s like to be that ilk
He wouldn’t notice as he passes by
A common man just sitting in the street
His elevated mind is on the sky
And poverty is squashed beneath his feet
But pride will fall he’s lying in the grime
He looks through me with fearful startled gaze
I wonder does he recollect the time
He loved me in his simple younger days
He’s trapped now in his arrogance and wealth
He sees and thinks of no one but himself

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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