A DIALOGUE: TWO FELLOWS IN ONE WORLD Poor fellow: The world is a wretchd place for me to be Full of wishes at occurance at night, When the eyes are drunk in slumbering glee To awake in daytimes lack and want plight A world that enhance mans darkness to light A world that tame a poor fellows wit, bright. Rich fellow: Aha! Poor fellow wrong of you to say A fellow like me nest in the world---same The world is a blissful place now, to-day A gambit of taverns and sashes fame Ruld by gold, governd by silver and name Wealth brings forth name and fame, What a world of game! Poor fellow: A game? (this fellow must be rich) how wrong- of you; in games do men die or fall ill? Unwit is your brain, but your health is strong, Have you eer sat beside the rodent-throng And converse wi th church-rats in poverty tongue? Rich fellow: Forbid! A fellow of dignity hush! To stoop myself and posh garment so low Converse with a church-rat will crack and crush- My ego: Poor fllow, be stead in sorrow. Poor fellow: I long for th riches in your fattend palm To roll onto me as the earth spins round; Such wealth assist great good when time is calm To help the poor-folks poverty have srround. Rich fellow: Poor fellow amid your poverty thus: You are like me in mind; same mind for us. Poor fellow: Nay! A diffrent fellow I am in meek. Rich fellow: But same riches of the world you do seek? Poor fellow: ...I do not seek it...for greed as you do. Rich fellow: Perhaps; you seek it true, as the skys blue. Chibz Observer: Enough! Enough! I say dear gentlemen Why argue on a world youve never been? Why tarnish th idea I brought with the pen? Why argue on a world youve never seen? Poor fellow: I pray you forgive us dear writer please Rich fellow: Portray anew idea grant my role lease Poor fellow: My poor role also be leasd likewise his, Chibz Observer: As well fairwell My pen will tell. (Poor fellow now Rich fellow) (Rich fellow now poor fellow) Rich fellow: I shall cast solemn glances at your side My wealth and your wretchdness do not abide. Poor fellow: I thought you referrd you were meek in thought And not similar quest we likely sought. Rich fellow: Why have a wealth as this only to waste. For poor-folks; fairwell to poverty in haste. Poor fellow: In this world, similar are men in mind In this world, t wealth our eyes are opn neer blind. BY: CHIBZ OBSERVER
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 05:53:22 +0000