Rich in Past, Poor in Future: The '90s

In the '90s glow, a world full of dreams,
Riches flowed freely, or so it seemed.
New brands emerged, the latest delight,
Access to treasures, from day into night.

Life was a playground, a shopping spree,
All that you wanted, so carefree.
Yet shadows lingered, amidst the bright lights,
For some lived in silence, out of the sights.

To be poor in those days was a heavy cost,
Dreams pushed aside, ambitions lost.
Feeling the weight, of hopes turned to dust,
In a world so vibrant, it was hard to trust.

Fast forward today, to the twenty-first age,
Riches still flourish, the same old stage.
But struggles remain, just wrapped in disguise,
The wealth gap is vast, the truth often lies.

If you have abundance, lift your gaze high,
Grateful for moments that pass you by.
But if you feel left out, lost in the grind,
Remember, time changes, and fortune's blind.

For wealth may fade, and poverty shift,
With patience and hope, life offers a gift.
So cherish the journey, wherever you stand,
For what’s rich in history, can still be at hand.
© Quinme🫶