![]() Poor ManA Poem by Ron Sanders![]() Watch out for pedantic "reviewers".![]() POOR MAN
I am a poor man. I wear diamonds and gold on my fingers, silk are my shirts and my ties. I have a maid and a butler, and, waiting my key, a house like a yacht on a twelve-acre sea. Crossing the foyer, my guests link in awe, struck by the bright tiers of candelabra. When I glide down the stairs the help all make way …banister cedar, carpet of cream. Off to the office. My landscaping team lines ’neath the maples and blesses my day.
I have a chauffeur. I am borne on Corinthian leather, soundproofed, aloof of the crowd. I have a barber and tailor; attentive are they, prompt is the doorman, polite my valet. Crossing the lobby, the stares once again rise in respect to a captain of men. As I ride in the lift my inferiors make space …envy my status, covet my place. Receptionists straighten, men tuck their ties, steady their voices and ready their eyes. And I stroll like a king, lest the world realize I am a poor man.
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1 Review Added on November 7, 2021 Last Updated on November 14, 2021 Tags: poetry, philosophy Author![]() Ron SandersMarina del Rey, CAAboutL.A.-based novelist, illustrator, poet, short story writer. more..Writing
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