pity the never been poor bathed in brightness and by brightness blinded, cushioned by comfort, swaddled by wads of money, memories of childhood bring a frown or smile but never a grimace, never the taste of bile, never a burst of laughter, it’s so funny, now we’re out of it, when we’re reminded of cardboard blocking holes in worn-out shoes, wearing hand-me-downs and sharing beds, drunken fights beyond the unlocked door, poor but honest linoleum on the floor, shadows everywhere of things unsaid, and knowing you’ve got nothing left to lose. pity those who’ve been…
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