Hey snooty lady –
Nose in the air
Foundation on face,
Gel in the hair
You never, ever, want
To share the lift with others
Unless they are your own
Real blood brothers..
When we invite you
You turn away your face
Are we untouchables
Much beneath your race??
Now you are young
One day you will age
You may stick out your tongue
But Fate will steal a page !!
What is it
Tell me
That annoys you so
Do you think they are low?
Or they did not bend and bow?
Why do you shun
The folks whom you meet
Are you scared of mingling
Or of people stamping your feet?
Is it that they do not match your passion
To be dressed in the latest fashion ?
Are they too small
Or are you too big
They eat simple food
While you chomp on a fig…
You share on facebook
Your various NGOs
To celebrate your generosity
You strike a lovely pose!
A day will come though
When you will find that you need
All those whom you shun..
When you start hobbling
And can no longer run
You’ll reach out to them then
In sorrow and despair
But none around you
May ask you how you fare
So land down now on earth
Don’t fly up in the air
Do not frown and pout
And your insecurities bare
Give - and you shall get
Learn to share and care
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Author:
safina (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: we have a few such around us in our gated society..
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Learn to share and care… I swear I’m so tired of “ladies and gentlemen” these days… I don’t want to give up hope but it’s crazy the audacity of some of these folks.. sigh rant aside I love this poem
thank you - i know i have over-used the 'share and care' motto, but honestly, some folks have no concept of what the words 'good manners' mean...i too can rant on here...
A well imaged write that exposes the painted insecurities of the vain and judgmental. Nicely written
Oh so you live in a gated area, wow certainly a class of special people 🤭 in London I used to work in these environments and yes as sad as it is they are a different mentality depending on their wealth, those who choose in any case because I've worked all my life with rich women and most have been fabulous kind and generous. 💜 We are all the same in the end 💜
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