Poetry

He was a Millionaire I met on the Beach in Miami
His condominiuim was all white
Do you think it would get dirty?
He had a closet that was electric like the cleaners
Turn on the switch and pick your clothes
He had things from all around the world
He didn't have a girlfriend or an ex-wife
He had  sold his company for 90 million dollars
Oh, the stories He told me.................
It must be Really hard to be wealthy; money cannot buy everything
He only told me his name was Zachary
He didn't want a last name
Just like some people don't want a pet
He was one of the kindest, gentlest, men I ever knew
When I got out of the University of Florida and moved
I often wondered what happened to Zachary?
Maybe He bought an island somewhere; is livin' in the middle of the sea
He would have liked that
I would have liked that, too