Affording Luxuries Someday Poem by Maguna Lokark

Huddled together
They'd survived a day
They'd been mocked at
And had survived decay.

His child asks him
Shivering in the cold,
"We never wronged
Then why can't we afford gold? "
"Oh! My child, " his father says
"Poverty has tightened its hold.
So we can only but dream
Of that shining exorbitant gold."

His child asks him
Lying beside the road,
"We never wronged
Then why can't we afford an abode? "
"Oh! My child, " his father says,
"This daily curse on us is bestowed.
So we can only dream to live
In a mansion than to corrode."

His child asks him
On such a cold night,
"We never wronged
Then why cant we afford delight? "
"Oh! My child, " his father says,
"This is our daily plight
To live off of leftovers
And to dream of expensive delight."

His child, now miserable,
Brings tear in his eye.
Wiping them his father says,
"Oh! My child you musn't cry."
When the sobbing lad in a broken voice
Asks him, "Why? "
"Oh! My child, tears are too costly."
Comes the reply.