With your average rich person, if they've worked hard, then all credit to them.
I am uncomfortable with some of the rich I've come across. Sardinia the holiday destination that I mentioned being a prime example. These weren't just rich, they were beyond rich. The playground of the Agah Khan and a lot of Maffia heads for starters. That kind of money doesn't happen by working hard at the office. Organised crime money is something I'm very uncomfortable with. I remember looking at the boats in the ports on Costa Smeralda. These weren't just floating gin palaces, they were vessels worth many millions of dollars, belonging to very powerful men. Their wives/girlfriends were all dressed in couture not off the peg either and wondered around from one Chanel shop to the next Prada and so on. Their clothes came straight off the Paris catwalks. These were the women that didn't seem to sweat, even in tremendous heat. They didn't look very happy either.
I was only about a million miles out of my comfort zone in my store bought,matching shorts and tee shirt - haha.
That kind of wealth makes me uncomfortable.
Places like Sardinia are paradises, but how many of those sort of visitors will see through their hideously expensive sunglasses, to see that.
Ummmm there may be a poem here ......,,, lol.
Jx
Nowadays this sort of holiday is also a nightmare to me. I would rather be in my caravan, with Mick and my dog, in remote but beautiful spots, where we can just enjoy the location, without the hordes. Which brings us back to your poem.