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?