I'M Not Different Poem by Dan Brown

Somehow, I got to thinking, the other day,
about those less fortunate than myself.
I sat and imagined where they are, what they’d be doing,
And how they’d be celebrating Christmas this year.

I’ve talked to Your people, and sympathize every time,
Low-life scum, needing to feed a habit, so turn to crime.
It saddens me to see Us allow these people to end up this way;
Dirty and smelly with nowhere to stay.

I know you look at me with envious eyes,
With my smart clothes, nice house, a car, a family.
And I know you feel jealous, a sense of loneliness, helplessness and bitterness.
I know you think we’re world’s apart, me and you.
But I‘m not different.

That pain you feel, I feel it too.