Tears at the Extreme

Tears for eyes of mine, a stark divide,
World’y wealth, end-to-end doth ride.
Opulent excess to modest toil,
Hand-to-mouth wage worker navigates life's coil.

At one extreme, riches glisten and gleam,
Lives of luxury, like a distant dream.
Yachts and mansions and maids, a realm of excess,
Where gold and spices are abundant, worries differ’nt yet no less.

But the meager worker’s hand,
Toils for a living, through every demand.
Tears for eyes of mine, a stark divide.
From dawn till dusk, with sweat on the brow,
Chasing impossible dreams, through a plough.

For the measly worker, life's scale is real,
Suspending dreams with daily appeal.
Material wealth, an inconstant thing,
Measured by joy, not just bling-bling.

The extremes may cast a long, vast divide,
Yet each life's worth flows like a tide.
Tears for eyes of mine, a stark divide.
For in the midst of it all, we find,
Man’s cruel common thread that's entwined.

World’y wealth, it comes and it goes,
Yet the laborer’s spirit still glows.
Tears for eyes of mine, a stark divide.
Through highs and lows, they find their way,
In the summons of life, where they sway.