I walk a sandy road in my bare feet

with the occasional stranger I do meet

Yet you are far away, but in the same day

do you think we will ever meet one day?

 

You wander around a department store

going about from floor to floor

Shelves piled high with pricey attire

from this quest you never seem to tire

 

My wardrobe has shorts and T shirt

most of which are covered in dirt

I care not how I look or appear

because there is no mirror here

 

You sit by a pool and chill out

as we go in search of a water spout

You enjoy luxury and wealth

but we do gain only by stealth