Chauffeur

She strode from her apartment door
Right to a chauffeured car
In workout clothes, so I suppose
She wasn’t going far.

The lifestyles of the rich, I guess,
Are not like mine or yours.
The luxury of what might be
Is more than opened doors.

It constitutes a life of ease
Where ordinary stress
Just disappears and with it, fears
The rest of us possess.

It doesn’t mean they’re happier,
Despite their lavish means;
But how I’d thrive with one to drive
As I plied my routines!