my Golden Chalices and Silver Plates


“There was a time… when I… drank from golden chalices, and ate off silver plates. But now I drink from gutters and eat off the dirt.”

I became a mouse,
And a forgotten morsel of food;
To street cat’s.

I became a poor soul soiled my the riches of societies rules.

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