𝐌𝐫.𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 | 𝚈𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚖𝚒𝚗 [√]

Mr. Park

Whenever Richard Cory went downtowm
We people on the pavement looked at him;
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favoured and imperially slim

And he was always quit arrayed
And he was always human when he talked,
But still he fluttered pulses when he saud,
'Good morning,' and he glitteres when he walked.

And he was rich- yes,richer than a king
And admirably schooled in every grace.
In fine we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place

So on we worked and waitwd for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer nught,
Went home and put a bullet through hus head.

Sources : Richard Cory by Edwin Alington Robinson