Poverty Rests On The Busiest Block Poem by Scott J. Shepard

Where the weals, undaunted and wealthy lazes
reside and woe along these winding groves;
though mawkish and sweet, yet continue to see,
they too display with a laden momentum.
Yet when turns withal, the thriving sounds
of chirping air once russet slow;
a means of moments where the amity, loaded
and the racket rose swift together and continued to welt,
the suspension, tactful to remember,
the mawkish and sweet and outlandish and poor.