Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MONEY, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: When I had money, money, o! Last Line: My friends are real, though very few. Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. Subject(s): Friendship - False Friends; Money; Fair Weather Friends | ||||||||
When I had money, money, O! I knew no joy till I went poor; For many a false man as a friend Came knocking all day at my door. Then felt I like a child that holds A trumpet that he must not blow Because a man is dead; I dared Not speak to let this false world know. Much have I thought of life, and seen How poor men's hearts are ever light; And how their wives do hum like bees About their work from morn till night. So, when I hear these poor ones laugh, And see the rich ones coldly frown -- Poor men, think I, need not go up So much as rich men should come down When I had money, money, O! My many friends proved all untrue; But now I have no money, O! My friends are real, though very few. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: LEBID by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HOBOKEN, 1825 by ROBERT STEVENSON COFFIN VISIONS IN VERSE: 4. CONTENT by NATHANIEL COTTON I OFTEN THINK by OLIVER MURRAY EDWARDS THE FEATHER by FORD MADOX FORD FRIAR-BACON: LOVE-SUPPLANTER by ROBERT GREENE TO A FALSE FRIEND by THOMAS HOOD FRIEND AND FOE by WINIFRED LUCAS A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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