Francis Duggan

The High Achiever - Poem by Francis Duggan

His family so proud of his success the Managing Director of his Company
And success it fed his big ego and few prouder people than he
His son and daughter studying for their Doctorate his blond and classy wife aged forty four
One of the so called elite high achievers in life he could not have asked for more.

At forty six years of age the high achiever with brown hair dye he covered his gray
And from the good life he kept putting on weight a half a kilo every fourth day
His weight like his ego ballooning but he did not eat or drink any less
Suppose if there's some price for failure there too is some price for success.

Of others he craved admiration the one many wished for to know
And he was one with many admirers and his band of admirers did grow
In his brand new silver mercedes the main street he drove up and down
One might say his wealth he was flaunting one of the rich men of the Town.

For the past six months he has not been sighted we come and we go so they say
His blond woman drives the silver mercedes she has a younger lover today
He was one who had a big ego and in his success he did take great pride
But sadly a heart attack has claimed him and one more high achiever has died.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 7, 2008

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