Poor Boy Rich Girl Poem by Pen Anthony
Poor Boy Rich Girl
He is eight just like her
But she can't understand why
He has a big belly
Just like her dad's
But unlike her dad's hair his isn't black.
She laughs and laughs
As the boy walks
She wonders why the boy settled for
A big belly perched on weak limbs
She laughs and laughs
If only she knew
Her source of amusement
Was a boy who hasn't brought
Hand to mouth in two days
Outstanding imagery and the mind boggling irony. The closing lines are very impressive: If only she knew Her source of amusement Was a boy who hasn't brought Hand to mouth in two days
Very pitiful.... This is the case of many... The poor seem not to understand the rich and the rich don't understand the poor...
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4/17/2024 10:43:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
If only she knew Her source of amusement Was a boy who hasn't brought Hand to mouth in two days beautiful. you are making using contrast to bring in a great idea in simple words with a wonderful image. thank you dear poet. this is an eyeopener for the rich to think of the poor. let your pen become very powerful. thank you. tony