The Difference

While I sit here doing my make up,
You are out there combing your fingers through your hair.

The warm water rinses the sweet smelling shampoo from my hair,
the rain washes the grime from yours.

I change into my dressy clothes,
while you are wishing for another blanket.

I take my money off the dresser and get ready to go out,
you beg for money with your worn paper cup and long to come in.

By Michelle Bradley
May 2001