The banquet was about to be laid,
The great and the good ,
The rich and the bad,
Would all be there.
The great and the good,
Confidant in their goodness,
Saying nothing.
The rich and the bad,
Money their only God,
Bragging about their power.
The table was ready
The place names to be set,
The young waiter
Approached the Maitre’d
And asked “Who goes where?”
The Maitre’d replied:
“Those that care don’t matter,
Those that matter don’t care.”