Just a subtle expression of how one man’s privilege is another man’s dream; It’s all hopes and wishes, dreams and goals. Read on-
On a rushing, busy night,
Scattering hues of red light,
Lined are cars, old and new,
On the roads packed tight.
I see, a brand new Merc,
Heavier on the owner’s purse,
Still no super powers over traffic?
Even a slight dent would be a curse.
The owner, restless, seated behind,
His darling’s safety on his mind,
He wished he had no Merc to care,
While seeing the reckless cars in line.
At once, a pedestrian catches my eye,
His tired face, now up and high,
His eyes gleaming with hope and awe,
He dreams of that Merc passing by.
– via @fromlifetoshereen on Instagram