Just For You Poetry

She preened before her long mirror,
Tilting her head left and then right,
To find a pose, that did justice
To her good looks and her figure.
She had to win his approval,
A chance to alter her life's course...

Her humble background hadn't helped -
Her father had a nondescript job.
Her mother a simple housewife,
Tried hard to make her understand,
That the fame and wealth she craved
Would not guarantee happiness......

She brushed off all the good advice
Determined to pursue her goal
To marry a moneyed husband
And move up the social ladder.
After all she did have the look
She'd cultivated the manners......

At the appointed hour she met
Mr. Moneybags - his nickname
He flashed a smile that disarmed her
His shiny white ceramic teeth
And his affected demeanor
Oozed artificiality.....

Her mother's wise words rang out -
Yet the sound of real money,
Motivated her to hang on,
Until she overheard him say:
"Arm candy is what I'm seeking
And she fits the bill perfectly"

Then reality hit her hard
He too was an opportunist..

He certainly was, and what good advice her mother had given her... a lesson learned for a young lady.

Sounds like they were using each other...nicely done...this happens all the time...Doesn't it?...The trophy wife and
Mr. Moneybags...enjoyed reading...Rose

Food for thought.... Tfs

The clash experienced when we meet those who, too, have compromised their values can really leave us in a lurch, Sandra. The mother's wisdom should have been taken to heart and not dismissed. A great telling, this write, on the comportment we should adhere to. It is nice to dream and to have goals, but if we have to become 'gold diggers' in the process, I reckon it just ain't worth it.

A wise lesson learned Sandra. I love the way you weave the
story throughout your poem. I've been arm candy all my life
Ha Ha