TARPAULIN FRIENDS

I have often tried
Of giving thought
To the trending talks
Of this developing town
And how they look
When people like you
Indulge and interfere
In the callous lives
Of earthlings like myself
Who have remained behind
An invisible dividing line
Far back, since 1949

I do know of your intent
I know you are different
But dear, beloved friend
I am not.
And nor are we.
We- are nothing close
To what of us you see
Our dirty homes and scarcity
Is just another lucid part
Of the dwindled growth
And tattered clothes
That gifted us society

I know you will understand
You have used education right
And so you'll stand in support
Of even my uncomplaining plight
But a very apparent compassion
That drips like the dew
I fear, will someday flood
This canyon of companionship
And when, on a day that happens
You will elevate upwards
To your flat on the 10th floor
While I will go, looking for tarpaulin

-K.G.