When times are hard and old friends fall away And all alone I lose my hope and pluck, Doubting if God can hear me when I pray, And brood upon myself and curse my luck, Envying some stranger for his handsome face, His wit, his wealth, his chances, or his friends, Desiring this man's brains and that man's place, And vexed with all I have that makes amends, Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, -- By chance I think of you; and then my mind, Like music from deep sullen murmurs rising To peals and raptures, leaves the earth behind: For if you care for me, what need I care To own the world or be a millionaire? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (NEGRO LOVE SONG) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AT THE ZOO IN SPAIN by CLARENCE MAJOR THE LONESOME CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |