Not a smile,
Only dismay at yet another
Wretched day
Spent serving ambition
And the god Money.
Smoke and alcohol to ease
The pain of withered lives
Awaiting the final meeting.
Someone else will reap
The fruits of your legacy.
Will it be enough to make them happy?
And I recall
The smile of that man,
Empty in his pockets
But with a heart overflowing.