I never paid much attention
to any act of snobbery
until the day came and I found myself
at the mercy of poverty.
The friends that I had
disappeared from view
and if plans were made,
they would always fall through.
The talk behind my back was
that I was at fault for my situation,
this premise was born
due to unreliable information.
They never took the time
to ascertain the facts
before they commenced
with their personal attacks.
Looking down on me they thought
themselves much better,
spreading falsehoods
about me like a chain letter,
while I prayed for grace
not to retaliate,
I wondered how easily
friendship could turn to hate.
The 50 year old poet 