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Poor Yet Rich


He spent what he made, or he gave it away,
Tried to save money, and would for a day,
Started a bank account time and again,
Got a hundred or so for a nest egg, an' then
Some fellow that needed it more than he did,
Who was down and out, with a sick wife or kid,
Came along an' he wasted no time till he went 
An' drew out the coin that for saving was meant.

They say he died poor, and I guess that is so:
To pile up a fortune he hadn't a show;
He worked all the time and good money he made,
Was known as an excellent man at his trade,
But he saw, heard and felt too much here
To save anything by the end of the year,
An' the shabbiest wreck the Lord ever let live
Could get money from him if he had it to give.

I've seen him slip dimes to the bums on the street
Who told him they hungered for something to eat,
An' though I remarked they were going for drink
He'd say "maybe so. But I'd just hate to think
That fellow was hungry an' I'd passed him by;
I'd rather be fooled twenty times by a lie
Than wonder if one of 'em I wouldn't feed
Had told me the truth an' was really in need."

Never stinted his family out of a thing:
They had everything that his money could bring;
Said he'd rather be broke and just know they were glad,
Than rich, with them pining an' wishin they had
Some of the pleasures his money would buy;
Said he never could look a bank book in the eye
If he knew it had grown on the pleasures and joys
Than he'd robbed from his wife, his girls and his boys

Queer sort of notion he had, I confess
Yet many a rich man on earth is mourned less.
All who had known him came back to his side 
To honor his name on the day that he died.
Didn't leave much in the bank, it is true,
But did leave a fortune in people who knew
The big heart of him, an' I'm willing to declare
That today he is one of the richest up there.

Author Unknown


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