Gregory Huyette


Middle Class Chagrin - Poem by Gregory Huyette

I sigh as I wonder why things are as they are.
Our leaders' vague ideas spring from afar.
I listen to them and they seem not to care
About people like me and things that are fair.

They have wealth and yearn for more power
While I labor all day and hope to enjoy an hour.
I try to be happy although each day I find
That in spite of my intentions I'm falling behind.

As I fall farther behind it is destroying my pride.
I believe more than ever no one is at my side.
What hope is there if these leaders don't care
That people like me have less America to share?

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

As I listen to politicians in America bantering about what they will do and won't do, I am reminded that I have heard it all before. To be a candidate you must be wealthy with rich supporters so the 'little guy' life me doesn't really count. The Rich never have cared about the poor and they never will. It is a sad commentary, but one that continues. Castles throughout the world dating back thousands of years are testimonies.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 7, 2012



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