Z is for Zillionaire’s Wife

     I saw a young lady with her two sons between me

And a huge man who was sipping an ice lemon tea;

The ignorant youngest was occupied eating a pea

While the eldest begging, pointing at his injured knee.

Their shy mother was searching for a spot to flee

Because the begging trumpet drew the crowd to see

All at once, they came humming like a bee.

A drunken then whined: “Such an outcry from this wee!

“Shut your lips or else I shall in your mouth, pee?”

The crowd burst into a sneering laughter with a deceitful glee.

Which I hated this drama, full of scornful adult whee

So I rested mute and still, like a calm evening sea.

But the child, holding my leg started chanting his plea

His scared mother, I found, restless as a flea.

I overheard, “Son, please don’t beg him for a fee,

Listen, your mama will find for you, please agree”

A confused child rather cried, “No, I want to go to a jamboree”

This bothered me to find, what troubles these three?

My pained heart became their problem’s abductee.

Then I heard, “Take our boys where they used to be”

“To the jamboree, I will, but for now, take this key”

Shocked! It was drunk, dropping it on the floor, free!

The shy lady collects with her timid hand soiled with ghee.    

Puts it in her pink bag, thinking it was seen by nobody.

A man behind me murmurs, “Why does she face such cruelty?

She is still at teens, elegant, and cutey?”

But one cried, “She is but a zillionaire’s newbie! 

Trapped into his wealth and status that was all dewy,

Which in her life, did not foresee.

From such a powerful money producing honeybee”

I learnt, wealth is not everything for you, me, or we

But I know moneyed will still to a certain degree

Say otherwise and disagree.  

“He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose”- Jim Elliot