Once I was poor
I wished I had money
Then I was rich
And it went to my head
On poor days am sometimes content
And on days of wealth greedy or gracious
So am not sure which one is better
To be poor and happy
Or to be rich and greedy
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Poems
PoetryFate Is just a gate Tat different dimensions open And a lot of people cope A sad little song Very softly sung A gate with many roads That all lead the same way A fickle belief With which many people grieve
