If you want to know
How it feels to be poor
Plunge into the poor's lagoon
And see the depth of dearth
If you shift an inch from
The comfort zone
You will feel the geysers of want
If you doubt it
Dash all your belongings
Throw them into the lagoon
Of the poor
And reverse roles.
Exchange your designer's shoes
For the slippered feet or the
Ten toes of the wretched poor
That morning of the swap
It's afternoon will never come
And you will be gone.
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