I asked him gently,
“My friend, why park your chariot
in a spot meant for the displayed?”
The man turned, chest inflated like a peacock,
and snapped,
“What do you want from me?”
For a heartbeat,
my ego whispered,
“Ask him for a million dollars…
and maybe his watch too.”
But my soul nudged me and said,
“Calm down, dervish.
He is already poor
poor in wisdom.”
So I smiled and replied,
“It is my spot, brother.
Reserved for those
who are shown,
not those who only show off.”
He stood there, confused,
trying to translate the language of humility
using the dictionary of arrogance.
Rich in metal,
poor in meaning
a Rolls Royce driven by a man
still searching for first gear in his soul.
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 10:33 PM UTC
I asked him gently,
“My friend, why park your chariot
in a spot meant for the displayed?”
The man turned, chest inflated like a peacock,
and snapped,
“What do you want from me?”
For a heartbeat,
my ego whispered,
“Ask him for a million dollars…
and maybe his watch too.”
But my soul nudged me and said,
“Calm down, dervish.
He is already poor
poor in wisdom.”
So I smiled and replied,
“It is my spot, brother.
Reserved for those
who are shown,
not those who only show off.”
He stood there, confused,
trying to translate the language of humility
using the dictionary of arrogance.
Rich in metal,
poor in meaning
a Rolls Royce driven by a man
still searching for first gear in his soul.
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