Different Worlds
Jack Hoffman
I walk around the streets
Half smooth, Half cracked
To my left; Fresh cut grass,
Two story houses, and buildings filled
with greedy people wanting more.
As to my right; Pollution fills the air
Barefoot children with blisters on their feet
Continue to walk on the worn out soil
Some clothed
Some not
Either way they ask for nothing more
Then they already have
Yet to my right I see everlasting wealth.