Moving on to another World

Let me saunter on to another world,
Where men live lives being poverty struck,
With minds bearing hopeless hopes,
Of future, uncertain and bleak,
Yet have an indomitable will to love,
And to be loved, unperturbed by hate,
And ridiculous utterances of contempt,
Of men of our world – wicked and hostile.
And then from that another world,
I would marry a lass, tender minded,
Who would weep, on beholding pain,
Would laugh, on beholding glee,
And see honest affection with esteem,
For it has a flaw in this world,
People scarcely know its worth,
And often with dismaying disdain,
Spew insolent abuses - unkind and callous.
In that another world, I’d live eternally,
With that lass, tender minded and kind,
And with her would craft a model to follow.