They never knew my thoughts

or what we never said.

How sad, I think ... How very said ...

We could have used our heads.

One said, his Daddy's rich ...

and showed him off quite well.

But did that dad say in return, Son,

go and meet your Hell?

And like a rooster struts his stuff,

I saw the same in man.

I could have fed the rooster too,

if that had been my plan.

But subtlety requires much

without the guessing game.

One's rich in dollars, rich in words,

another, rich in fame.

(c) 2008 by Jennifer