Friend, you have wealth and power,
Men go and come at your call,
Yours are the whims of the hour-
What have you done with it all?
I am only a poet
Fighting a bitter fight,
Fate will not even grant me
Leisure in which to write.
You said as your thin lips curled:
-Money is better than bays.â?
Battered and bruised by the world!
I still have my golden days.
You have lost the power to enjoy,
You tire of each plaything new,
Mine is the heart of a boy;
Friend, I am richer than you!
Riches
George Essex Evans
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Poem topics: fate, heart, lost, money, world, grant, wealth, fight, write, bitter, enjoy, golden, poet, friend, power, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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