WHENEVER Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, “Good-morning,” and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich—yes, richer than a king, And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

Richard Cory, in this poem, represents the everyday celebrity. Not just the everyday celebrity, but the everyday celebrity that everyone else wants to be. Many people look up to those celebrities and there are many people who do almost everything and anything to be like them.