The Price
The Price
Listlessly he feeds the pigeons,
strutting proudly in the park;
kicking at an empty coke can,
gravity has left its mark.
Nattily attired he's one of
many other CEOs
high atop the corporate ladder,
highly thought of, (what a pose!)
Tired of mergers, acquisitions,
weary of the daily stress;
where's the joy, the satisfaction,
where's the bliss of happiness?
Hamptons cottage never lived in,
cabin cruiser barely used;
his wife's begun divorce proceedings,
claims that she has been abused.
Son and daughter - Utah, Texas,
never sees them anymore;
dad's too busy making millions,
economics, what a bore!
Who'd have thought a Wharton graduate
with a double PhD
would spend his lunch hour feeding pigeons,
kicking coke cans listlessly.
In his three-room penthouse office
with a prospect of Times Square
he seals another hefty contract,
he has lost the will to care.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2008
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