Wealthy, Not Rich Poem by Sara Turner

High heel shoes, fancy dress,
Golden earrings look the best,
Diamond rings, each finger one,
To prove success, all is done,

A silver Rolls, chauffeur drive,
Fly to Paris where life's alive,
Take a taxi one hundred miles,
To meet the press, flashy smiles,

Mink fur coat to wear in fall,
Flaunting wealth to one and all,
A thousand dollars, help the poor,
Just to show there's still some more,

Fifteen bedrooms to serve but one,
Owning time and buying fun,
Giant parties thrown at whim,
Flash the green, attracting him

Maid to tend, beck and call,
Clean the mess, serve the ball,
Security for many years,
Not satisfied, frustrated tears.