Ostentatious

In the grandeur of this manor
Lined with all its’ gilded service
Lies a subtle message of
The privilege I can’t recall.

Shunned by lines of landed gentry
I am from more sturdy stock
Whose generations tended fields
For those who dwell inside these walls.

All the finery to witness,
All that riches can provide.
Priceless points of peerless crystal
Filling out these faultless halls.

In my folly youth I longed to
Know these treasures, taste the wine,
Kiss the fair-haired maiden as
We waltzed at the cotillion ball.

But alas, reality comes beckoning as if on cue
To quell this ostentatious paradox,
Send it to oblivion unceremoniously,
Or keep it safely sealed inside a box.

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