(Read with a “Dr. Seuss” rhythm)
So, what is class?
The way one holds their head when they walk?
Stick out a pinky, not spit when they talk?
A money clip showing, shoes clean and shiny,
Hair washed and combed, a small, yet firm hiney?
Does money buy class?
It does on a plane.
First class is first, better food and champagne.
Better hotel rooms! You can have a jacuzzi
Right next to the tv, relax watch a movie.
But, what is class?
A nod of the head?
A person who has another make-up his bed?
Or is it heart? Is it soul? Someone who cares?
Someone outside the mold?
If class were an option
How would you choose?
Is it like slipping on a good pair of shoes?
Or maybe it’s giving to those in need
A blanket or coat to ward off the greed.
Classy does shine
Like a diamond at night
It need not be seen to know that it’s bright.
Worth more than stocks and bonds that are climbing
Worth more than oil and the cars that we’re buying.
You want to be classy?
Show off your good looks?
Fill up life’s pages to make interesting books?
Smile at this one kindness to all
Lifeboats for each passenger on this earthy ball!
Sure class can be counted
By dollars and cents
By how much you pay for your monthly rent
It also is counted by the number of times
That you feel love for others and act really kind!