The Luxury Of Your Life... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is raining
you are inside your car
silent
as the car moves its way
under the rain
you have your driver
and bodyguard
and you feel so secure
amidst the storm

in one pedestrian lane
as the traffic light turns red
you watch common people
cross the road
wet with the rain
others with their black and red
umbrellas
rushing, rushing with the
hours
going to work
to earn their keep

the strong winds blow
against them
their umbrellas broken

inside your flash car
you are silent
and perhaps filled with
guilt.