While Here, It Hurts Poem by Ragy Sandid

Some are born with a golden spoon in their mouth
And some ready the silver bullet
Some only see everything heading south
Torn to treasure or trace the minute

Some shred the need for paper
Of any kind or sort and live free
Others are life shapers
In torrents of life they battle a slimy sea

Some are pushed to trade gold for silver
While some trade silver for any cheap alloy
Some are here to stand and deliver
Some trade every emotion of any joy

Some lose and win at the same time
Winning late what they thought lately lost
Then losing what made it all worthwhile
A lifetime spend of line need not be crossed.

And while some never see it coming, the good news
The bad news is always around the corner
Yet they will smile as they amuse
That sober, they're still more the drunk and stoner

With wrinkles on people's face
Every line showing a news story
That there was a job they needed to pace
That spread dread or glory

While some didn't get to so many things
They still heard about it in other people's words
Some wish they'd move the move of kings
Knowing that while here, it hurts.