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Not-So-High Society

My crackers hold no caviar.
My glass holds no champagne.
My travels are more near than far.
I’m light in worldly gain.

I haven’t got designer clothes
or eighty-inch TVs
and sometimes being poor just blows
by infinite degrees.

But I have much in happiness
worth more than any buck.
Though what I have may not impress,
at least I’ve lots of pluck.

So keep your BMWs
and all the things you charge.
I cannot really sing the blues
when I am living large.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 12/17/14 prompt at Poetic Asides to write a “high” poem.

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