how farA Poem by keithask yourselfhow far how far from poverty were you born it didn't matter when hand me downs were the accepted were the expected newer jeans newer long sleeved flannels old boots and sometimes a pair of worn very worn chuckies store boughts came from DAV GOODWILL SALVATION ARMY MONTGOMERY WARDS BARGAIN BASEMENT my benefactors spread their bucks at SEARS or at least PENNIES didn't matter i wore comfortable soft cotton shirts blue jeans LEVI STRAUSS button no zipper boots broken in by work hard work TONY LAMAS from my closeted uncle best of all STETSON cowboy hat from the 90 year old rancher neighbor story teller mentor how far from poverty was i born poor yes poverty no we had a home a farm we always had something to eat we had a mansion high fortress tree house we were poor most of our friends were poverty we shared they shared WE SHARED ![]() ![]() friends matter ... period © 2025 keithReviews
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