The rich man has his motor-car,
His country and his town estate.
He smokes a fifty-cent cigar
And jeers at Fate.
He frivols through the livelong day,
He knows not Poverty, her pinch.
His lot seems light, his heart seems gay;
He has a cinch.
Yet though my lamp burns low and dim,
Though I must slave for livelihood-
Think you that I would change with him?
You bet I would!
Rich Man
Franklin Pierce Adams
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Poem topics: car, change, fate, heart, light, poverty, town, country, lamp, slave, Valentine's Day, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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