Sharon Gatfield

(Tufnell Park, UK)


Poem by Sharon Gatfield

You cannot tell class
By the clothes that you wear
The elite people that you meet
Or money bought flair.

You cannot tell class
By driving a fast car
The luxury of world travels
Or eating like a Tzar.

Class is not a pecuniary
Item bought from a shop
It does not descend from a
Hierarchy that trade it at the top.

Class is something special
In fact it is quite rare
But if you search inwardly
It arises somewhere there.

Class might not seem special at first
As a gemstone necklace on display
But class is not Freud fashioned
Not class no way.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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