On Top Of The World Poem by Steve Wheeler

He had the world at his beck and call
He had no problems or worries at all,
with plenty of money and cash to spare
he lived like a goddamned billionaire
He drank like a fish and slept like a cat
with golden cushions wherever he sat
his stocks and shares were doing well
his other investments were giving it hell
his palatial mansion in the South of France
was host to many a song and dance
On the top of the world, he had no doubt
… and then his liver gave out

She was renowned for her glitz and glamour
wherever she went the press would clamour
Known as a high class debutante
seen in the very best restaurants
Her global travel and her movie deals
and a jet-set life gave her all the feels
A party girl drinking best champagne
living the high life again and again
She came from the humble working class
but soon accumulated a wealth of brass
She promised herself she would never go back
… and then came the heart attack


© Steve Wheeler 2021