The A Muse Fuse Poem-A-Day Challenge greets Day #5 with the poetry prompt “elite.” Of all the things I could be called (and there are a great many!), elite is certainly not one of them. Which is why, I guess, I’m on my poor man’s soapbox, waxing poetic about the haves and have nots, with my offering for today.
NOT THE ELITE
I’m not one of the elite.
I’m really kind of ordinary.
No private education.
No six figure income.
A house and bank account
that both show signs of wear.
In my life, I find contentment
through the simple act of being
with the love I cherish,
and enjoying the abundance of blessings
that are showered upon me daily.
I’d rather look up toward the heavens
than look down at the earth below.
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They are the elite
The first to go
The last to leave
The hardest hit
The bravest few
They are the elite
To stand and fight
To lose their fellows
In mud and sand
The blood of many
They are the elite
Whose children born
And loved ones lost
While distant shores
They protect for us
They are the elite
These soldiers ours
To honor them
In all our hours
We stand behind The Elite
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