Of all the people in the world,
There are those whose lips curl
At commoners;
Those whose heels are taller
Than their wit;
And those who plod along,
Like horses chewing their bits.

In life,
There are the leaders,
Wisionaries, Missionaries and Dictators.
They do the dreams of others,
And much else besides. No time for
Asides, waysides, fox hides.

Then come the followers,
Two by two, three by three,
Roots for the politic tree,
The religious bee, the
Stagehands of a ballet.

The dregs come next,
Always last to act,
Or, if first, last
To get done acting.
Beggars, choosers and losers.
And the odd dot-com
Entrepreneur.

Maybe another category is present,
Those who don’t regret, resent.
Neither prince nor peasant,
Hell-bound or heaven-sent.
To waft through life, content.
Not just their lives,
But the lives of others;
Leaving the merest odour, or scent,
And perhaps a half eaten hors d’oeurve.