Tipping – Inside, Outside

On the outside looking in
Not the place where I have been
Back when life quite simple was
As a kid – and why? – because –

Things have shifted in my ways
I've moved on these many days;
TCK and all that stuff
Made a life not half so rough.

But it winsome is, that life,
Like what must be – into strife
After harbour's quiet home
Res adoptees homeward roam.

In my culture is a place
For the Anglo-Saxon race,
In which context you are judged –
Categories can't be fudged.

So kids leave it, walk away
Seeking elsewhere's better day;
May not be the home they knew
More a life which they outgrew.

How to do life, less of loss
Keeping best without the toss
Of the highest and the best –
Interweaving past with rest.

Money – watch folks handle it –
How they speak, and how they sit,
Says so much about their place
In the ranks of human race.

Tipping, being tipped, I see
What the role they'd like to be;
Who is centered, who is home,
Who has made it, who still roams.

Complex insights cash provides,
Quite impossible to hide;
All our pasts, and future hopes,
There we see folks act as dopes.

Inside – outside – upside-down,
Happy face or with a frown;
Boss abusive in the mix?
Look at cash (both break and fix).

Money, power – intertwined
With the souls of humankind;
Far more clear than wordy tomes
Where we seek to make our homes.

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