Marching, marching, <br />to democratic drums. <br />Hungry mouths are open and <br />this is not a party and <br />this is not a pose. <br /> <br />This is a souvenir, expensive, <br />and I collect them <br />and this thing makes me happy <br />and I deserve my little toy. <br /> <br />Rich things and poor people, <br />face to face, colliding. <br />The poorest man is humming, <br />humming. Rich things can be spoken, <br />broken. I have a use for words.<br /><br />Sue Ann Simar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rich-things-and-poor-people/
