As our lives change
We change
The poor are our last
The rich are our must
As we climb the ladder
We forgot those below
We left ourselves at the border
Until we become the same old blunder
We blossom into men with greeds
Into men with respect
But yet no respect from all
And to think we are successful in every way
We acknowledge those rich and famous
But do we acknowledge the kind we once were?
We try to please the rich and pompous
But do we please the poor and humble?
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