Six Figure

Years ago a friend asserted six
Figures was the point and nothing less.
Of course we didn't make that much. No, wait,
Yes, we did only after selling much,
Much more, a chance to make six figures, sure.
Six figures was the point and nothing more.

One meeting I walked up to the front desk,
The woman felt compelled to tell me she
Was a PhD, seemed a bit unraveled,
And I refrained from mentioning my masters,
Reflecting on the ways we both had traveled
To get consideration for success.

Recently I approached another woman.
We're happy with AT&T. That's great.
We know they have TWC. No, they don't.
Yes, we saw them dig up the street a year
Ago, know it all, no, nothing to say.
Say thanks, have a nice day and walk away.

Using the handicapped stall, was surprised
To find an old man waiting with his walker.
Sorry, sir, I said exiting bewildered.
A friend was ready with advice and cheer
And offered me a seat, bought me a beer.
That guy must be rich. Look at that girl, he's

Got to be wealthy. Sure, he's got to be filthy.
Even with practice, getting in a groove
You find it's really more a rut, my dear.
Practice does not make perfect without chance.
Don't worry over rotten luck, although
Lacking luck makes tough finding the right dough.

KLK
05/18/14