True Struggle Street - Not Mine Poem by Dean Meredith

Well
It all becomes quite difficult
Though not impossible
When I'm at my blasé best

With my preppy disregard
And my nonchalance
For sheer struggle
Amidst romance and tempest

Oh
I've known poverty and riches
Love and hate have slapped me about
But judgment and fault leave their doubt

And as I grow older
And nearer the line
And the race almost over
And my wine tasting fine

I shoulder my blame
And I smoulder with shame
At my blindness
So long over time