Lyricaltruth's Blog

On Tuesday, you will find him on his chair,
disdainfully regarding passers by.
Though he at times, will signal with a wink,
as someone sweet and soft would catch his eye.

Agreeable as life with him would seem,
with servants tending to his every whim –
they serve him seafood platters, milk and cream,
with never nod, or word of thanks from him!

But life for him was meant to be this way.
He can afford to sit all day and feast!
He’ll never need to work to earn his pay.
His motives aren’t questioned in the least.

Today I am a servant in his house.
I keep his things picked up and fix his meals.
He looks at me sometimes now, from his chair,
I’m not sure if from pity, or appeal.

It’s getting late, and time for dinner now.
He’ll dine on turkey in a gourmet feast.
And all the thanks I get, is a meow.
But I guess that’s the nature of the beast.

Jane E Clark (c) 1983