Aug 2012
A poor rich man,
Wallowed in self misery,
He did not posses in hand,
The caress of a fine young lady.
How he wished he had that possession ,
To add to the others he had in his collection.
To add to the two or three he once had,
Simply because it was the fad.
Wallowed in self misery,
He did not posses in hand,
The caress of a fine young lady.
How he wished he had that possession ,
To add to the others he had in his collection.
To add to the two or three he once had,
Simply because it was the fad.
A poem I wrote Five years ago, when I was still relatively wet behind the ears.
