poet William Henry Davies

William Henry Davies

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Money

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.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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  • Adeeb AlfatehAdeeb Alfateh (6/11/2019 4:52:00 AM)

    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....///great 10++++++++++++++++++++++

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  • dan simmons (5/10/2019 8:12:00 PM)

    The poems in book, There are the table of contents. The preamble before each poems/meaning. The book is RUBY GEM STREAMM poetry. The book was published by Xlibris May 26,2011. I hold the rights of the book. The book by Dan Simmons. ISBN13 Softcover. 978-1-4026-8034-8 , ISBN13: EBOOK: 978-1-4628-8035-5 . my e-mail is dsimm7081@aol.com . My telephone is 1 817 479 7471 .Home number. The cell number is 1 817 718 8866 .

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  • Abdullah Syed (3/4/2019 3:46:00 AM)

    best poem ever in my mnd whole day

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  • Hemalata (2/27/2018 12:09:00 AM)

    With industrialization and rise of technology, Nature seems to fading slowly but surely, hence I love this poem as my feelings are akin to that of the poet's.

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  • Tapan M. SarenTapan M. Saren (3/31/2017 5:36:00 AM)

    Wow! I'm just amazed! Honest Truth of life..

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  • Sandeep DongreSandeep Dongre (3/28/2017 2:16:00 AM)

    A bitter truth of human relationships which is considerably influenced by the Money.

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  • Matthew Newman (3/2/2014 10:27:00 AM)

    Oh... the poor man might deserve a little raise, and the rich man just might be better off brought down quite the way, -o God forbid! - almost to the poor man's miserable level. If you find that so wrong and abusive I feel you have no heart or have seen nothing, or can't see past your class system perhaps...

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  • Lefty Profane (10/29/2012 4:45:00 PM)

    What a perfect desription of the Obama economic plan: shared misery. Poor men need not go up, so much as rich men should come down. ther man was a true visionary.

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  • Cleveland Gibson (7/6/2011 5:07:00 PM)

    So true. WHD you should know, you who spent what little you had on showing the world your poetry.

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