I
was asked to accompany him here.
Hold the umbrella for Master Michael;
that was my simple duty for the day.
No
one said it would be stormy, torture.
Butler
training had no crash courses in
sand
pelting at you from all directions.
No,
instead we were trained for elegance.
No
matter the weather, wardrobe is key.
A
suit and tie, pressed, and a top hat see,
it
was my one protection if it rained.
One
cannot complain for this attire;
I
can impress that fair maiden, entire.
Since
Master Michael took on full command,
duties
have changed from serving to wing man.
Secret
outings with Madam Diana;
her
maid, Claire, accompanying as well.
Miss
Claire is what makes this whole problem right.
The
job is bearable if she’s in sight.
Master
Michael and Madam Diana
are
lovers that are not meant to exist.
For
their families have been enemies;
the
battle for business ripping their seams.
For
now, their meetings have worked on the beach.
Miss
Claire and myself their decoys in reach.
We
work to help them live out their life dream,
as
I try to make mine come true with her.
Being a butler was forced, not chosen.
Master
Michael has the life I wished for.
Miss
Claire makes up for all the unfairness,
the
fill to my void; my one choice in life.
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