Sara Turner

(Scarborough, Ontario Canada)

Wealthy, Not Rich


High heel shoes, fancy dress,
Golden earrings look the best,
Diamond rings, each finger one,
To prove success, all is done,

A silver Rolls, chauffeur drive,
Fly to Paris where life's alive,
Take a taxi one hundred miles,
To meet the press, flashy smiles,

Mink fur coat to wear in fall,
Flaunting wealth to one and all,
A thousand dollars, help the poor,
Just to show there's still some more,

Fifteen bedrooms to serve but one,
Owning time and buying fun,
Giant parties thrown at whim,
Flash the green, attracting him

Maid to tend, beck and call,
Clean the mess, serve the ball,
Security for many years,
Not satisfied, frustrated tears.

Submitted: Monday, November 21, 2005

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  • Ronberge .. (11/21/2005 10:21:00 AM)

    Well rhymed and entertaining while still sending a message.
    Good one!
    Amicalement votre,
    Ronberge. (Report) Reply

  • Cj Heck (11/21/2005 8:14:00 AM)

    Very well done, Sara. The central theme is universal and you've encompassed all aspects to weave to the conclusion. Again, well done.
    Warmest regards,
    CJ (Report) Reply

  • Charles Chaim Wax (11/21/2005 7:52:00 AM)

    how to be happy?
    the eternal question which this lovely poem
    ponders
    not cash will deliver the goods
    but other matters necessary
    a fine poem (Report) Reply

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