Affluence

The dark muddy puddles on road, by rain can't bring, I thought, the times bygone again. My latest home in town's posh colony has well buried my past travails and pain. The days I whined and ran with agony; the days I starved and craved for small money; no more exist in memory. I laid a lid on that dramatic irony. For great windfall I gained of late, I bade good bye to mates, for me, who cried and prayed. Forgot the days I drank rice-soup in grange with friends and pools in which we splashed and played. Better were days of need than these deranged in binge, in spite of piled fancy mélange. My food tastes sour; and bitter my Champagne. I got riches; from me but sleep estranged.