So what is the first
Thing that disappears
When a poor man
Becomes a rich man
His old clunker?
His worn out wardrobe?
Or rundown house?
Cheap shoes?
Although they all disappear
And surely they will
It is not the first thing
That fails to stay with him
As what leaves first
Faster than his old clunker
Wardrobe, house, or shoes
Is the respect for those
Who respect him
