Late Achiever

Belated achiever’s life’s sad: The Joneses have their cars, Philips own their regular pay And Alexes are with the stars. You shed a tear in the day, And brave such sundry fights As the Bensons placidly snore Away their magnificent nights. Divine clemency that tarries yet Is your lingering wobbling hope; And fickle kith and kin do hate Belated achiever for his penury. So it’s all sad woe upon sad woe As blood and friendship turn foe.