Money Speaks All Languages Poem by Francis Duggan

That money speaks all languages happens to be true
Just call into a posh Richmond cafe any night and you
Will see ageing sugar daddy and his mistress one third the age of he
Wine and dine and sipping brand coffee.

Her feigned interest in him she barely can disguise
But he can't see that as he is not so wise
His gaze of love on her fixed steadfastly
How very silly some ageing men can be.

Were he on welfare or of the working poor
And one whose future did not seem secure
Such silly games with him she would not play
She would not even bid the man good day.

Wisdom comes with years you hear some people say
But such assumptions don't ring true today
And though age can bring wisdom that's hardly a defence
For ageing male who lack in common sense.

With money speaks all languages few would disagree
In a posh Richmond cafe any night you'll see
The ageing sugar daddy gaze into his young mistress's eyes
And her feigned interest she barely can disguise.