Finer Things in Life
Champagne kisses and caviar dreams these are a few of my favorite things
butler to pick up my phone when it rings
parakeets to sing to me
service at the snap of my fingers
the finer things in life are often exotic splendors
far off the smell of old bones rust in rains of gold
take off your glasses
shards of dimes blind bright eyes
look at the moon
full tonight pregnant with life
look at it, then tell me money is the only thing that makes you happy, honey.
Copyright © Nancy Beckman | Year Posted 2018
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