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Gloved ladies in gowns;
Men in tuxedos, in limos abound!

Great marble ballrooms ‘neath gold chandeliers;
Orchestras, candlelight, wine somoliers!

All who afford it are sure to be there!
Come and be seen at this gala affair!

The restaurant owners have laid out a spread;
The wineries pour til it goes to our our heads!

The auctions begun; raise your credit cards high;
For bangles and baubles we’ll bid to the skies!

The auctioneer knows we will spend far too much;
In hopes to help those who are down on their luck.

Tomorrow our heads and our wallets will ache;
But tonight we are spending for charities sake.

Whats gained here or lost ultimately depends;
On where you are standing when the night ends.

For this is as close as opposites get;
The rich to remember; the poor to forget.

Back to your penthouse; or back to the street;
When the nights over, both will retreat;
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The Charity Ball
Date: Saturday, 23rd December 2017 @ 08:38:09 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
Oh, such a party!
Gloved ladies in gowns;
Men in tuxedos, in limos abound!

Great marble ballrooms ‘neath gold chandeliers;
Orchestras, candlelight, wine somoliers!

All who afford it are sure to be there!
Come and be seen at this gala affair!

The restaurant owners have laid out a spread;
The wineries pour til it goes to our our heads!

The auctions begun; raise your credit cards high;
For bangles and baubles we’ll bid to the skies!

The auctioneer knows we will spend far too much;
In hopes to help those who are down on their luck.

Tomorrow our heads and our wallets will ache;
But tonight we are spending for charities sake.

Whats gained here or lost ultimately depends;
On where you are standing when the night ends.

For this is as close as opposites get;
The rich to remember; the poor to forget.

Back to your penthouse; or back to the street;
When the nights over, both will retreat;
Home to the worlds that never shall meet.

This poem is Copyright © softerware


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