blessed few
walk a gilded path
of fortune,
fame
free from regret
common people
plod
about the muck
slipping
sliding
in the slime
along inner city
streets
seeking
a soup
kitchen
of life
one wonders
where is the gratitude
for the sustenance
however
scant
and
bland
Listen
to them
grumble and quetch
as they hit
rock bottom
the spoon
scrapes and scratches
an empty bowl
NaPoWriMo - Day 27
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