Poor Man

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POOR MAN

I am a poor man.

I wear diamonds and gold on my fingers,

silk are my shirts and my ties.

I have a maid and a butler, and, waiting my key,

a house like a yacht on a twelve-acre sea.

Crossing the foyer, my guests link in awe,

struck by the bright tiers of candelabra.

When I glide down the stairs the help all make way

…banister cedar, carpet of cream.

Off to the office. My landscaping team

lines ’neath the maples and blesses my day.

I have a chauffeur.

I am borne on Corinthian leather,

soundproofed, aloof of the crowd.

I have a barber and tailor; attentive are they,

prompt is the doorman, polite my valet.

Crossing the lobby, the stares once again

rise in respect to a captain of men.

As I ride in the lift my inferiors make space

…envy my status, covet my place.

Receptionists straighten, men tuck their ties,

steady their voices and ready their eyes.

And I stroll like a king, lest the world realize

I am a poor man.

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Author's Note

No pedants.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Liked the way the last two lines cinched the meaning of the poem. Though the first line stated the theme forthrightly, the intervening ones seemed to be the self satisfaction of an arrogant, egotistical gazzillionaire. Then at the end we are reminded he feels poor. I wonder how many fortunes have been built, consciously or unconsciously, to salve someone's low self esteem.
PS: I think I know who the pedantic reviewer you mentioned is. He just caused a new member to withdraw from the site. I think he also may have serious self esteem problems.