A man of means

though not the means that work,

more inclined to look away

than tackle any kind of 'Help you say.'

Just not his way

to throw in a hand

rather stand and watch

than even understand.

But then came the day

his bank to a tumble

and all his means

dropped into insignificant numbers.

Shocked he was

needed a listening ear

but when he looked

there was no one there.

Could not afford

the style he had enjoyed

even sacked the gardener

along with his cook,

thought he was in charge of his life

now he having to take

a second look.

No longer the man

of independant means

he was just like the rest

a man in need,

had not made friends like all the others

so now he groans

and quietly suffers.

But then one day

his ex-gardener came his way

saw the grass was high

and offered to cut it for no pay.

'I hate seeing a lawn in tatters.' he said

made the man feel humble

after they shared some bread.

Soon he found the way

away from his torment

he learnt to be friendly

and not stand aside,

never again did he feel  so lofty

it was no great deal

having the means

all that was treasured

was having good friends.