his identity is money.
how much saved,
how much earned, how much
everyone else has
in comparison.
whose stack is higher.
whose car is nicer.
whose home has more
fireplaces, bathrooms,
and windows.
new friends never become
old friends.
they don't last long.
relatives are images
in photo albums.
no longer flesh and blood,
but distant, almost
dead relations.
the parents are bumps
on his road.
children too. ex wives
and lovers discarded,
deleted and tossed
and thrown into a cold
wind. once young,
once alive, once
penniless, now rich,
the mirror reads old.
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