Underclass

There is underclass everywhere
And upper class just a bit.
In between we fall into rank,
Depends on how hungry we are.

If we need fed down deep,
Then the village’s got to help.
But folks can be deaf as a post
If the helping curve’s too steep.

There is always tomorrow
To fix somebody else’s yoke.
I got home safely today
There’s TV, supper and so

The fate of others is there,
But I didn’t feel it today.
Yet, I am beginning to think
Maybe I’d better care.

© Nancy Haydon Gray,  July 1, 2014, Newark, DE