Vive La Différence Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Vive La Différence



When I have stashed away
that last bundle of greenbacks,
supervised the chauffeur in his task
of polishing my luxurious motorcar
and talked via the satellite
to the skipper of the presidential yacht,
a feeling of dead calm then overcomes,
just as I realise that this world may well be
a better place, and all because
I made a difference in the lives of just a few.

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