Mansion Square Poem by PHIL WINTER

Some live in houses
Like mansions in the square
Some crawl nightly
Under tents of cardboard
Sprawled in the open air!
Some share the splendor
And gaiety of life
Some see hopes dwindle
And dreams crumble amid strife.
Some find peace and plenty and love
And all the world fall at their feet.
Some know the pain of cold rejection
From the fancy folk passing in the street.
How can this life seem fair?
When some live in mansions in the square?
And some, bogged down with care
Live in shacks at the edge of nowhere?