Title Destination
Ladies say, I’m an everyday gentleman
Haters say, I’m a dark knight
I was born on poor ground fit for a pauper,
never lived a prince Waldo life
Honorific titles, I had none —
no sir,
no officer ...
no mister
Just a simple birth name
Later in life,
my surname got added a nickname
Titles tell others who society say you are,
self given self-esteem
It elevates the ego ... pumps up the pride
Still, everybody ain’t treated equal,
or placed on the same level in life
Some get more respect through their title designation,
others get tossed aside, kicked to the curb
In some places where they don’t pick up the trash,
when the wind of change passes through,
crumpled hope gets blown away
Inherit the wind
means a heritage of nothing
Passing the cemetery,
I saw a lot of names that were treated
better than me
Engraved titles in stone
Mottled moss memory of what their title achieved
fades after they’re gone
In life, everybody’s headed for the same destination ...
it doesn’t matter what be your title designation
So call me Freddie ...
say Mister Robinson, if you want to
But honestly, Rico is just fine by me
No one needs a title to receive a kind friendly hello,
and any designation of distinction
is waved goodbye, withersoever the Spirit whirlwind blow
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