Those Middle Class Days

Clawing up from a struggle, And snuggled once on that horse... With a pride and a grin, One wore when one rode in then... Isn't easy these days, To mount back on... And giddy-up to ride away again. No. Some chose to get off their high horses, To deepen their debts. With a credit now... Needing to be repaid with a lot of regret. And... Those middle class days feasted, Now have gone. Unbelieving that a riding on a high horse... And the barn it was kept, Has vanished to be either auctioned or pawned.