as I took a step back, refused to shake his hand.
Taken aback he returned his top hat to his head,
shuffled his polished shoes on the pavement,
his cheeks an angry red.
"I measure life in a different currency,
you speak well in your language,
but in mine have no fluency.
You may find comfort in your place in society,
you go to bed smug, in a state of satiety.
But what I seek is of a different sort,
with love and kinship I build around me a fort.
Your tuxedo and refined manner may earn you respect,
twilight dinners; part wine and cheese, part intellect.
But my friends do not view me on a podium above,
true happiness cannot be measured, nor compassion, nor love.
I wish you well, hope you find pleasure in your ways;
Live the way that you please, be it in a dreary daze."
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