I had a dream today, <br />my afternoon siesta <br />had only just begun <br />and I had drifted off, <br />when noises from the alley, <br />where cats and vermin live, <br />commenced their daily <br />and disruptive celebration <br />of life-long dreams to reach <br />the summit of mediocrity. <br /> <br />A giant step, no doubt, <br />be born in squalour <br />and filth of rubbish, <br />dumped by those who have. <br /> <br />Not many do succeed <br />in this endeavour, <br />most cannot jump, <br />surmount their dull-gray shadows. <br /> <br />How sad, some say <br />that opportunities do not <br />exist in some form of equality, <br />condemning thus -no mercy- <br />the furry ones forever <br />to the fate of what is called <br />the lost world of <br />the little people.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-little-people-4/
