I'm poor alas and I'm sick a man without friends or kin there's no rice in my pot and fresh dust lines the steamer a thatched hut doesn't keep out the rain a caved-in bed hardly holds me no wonder I'm so haggard all these cares wear a man down | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD by BEN JONSON THE GRAVE OF SHELLEY by OSCAR WILDE LILIES: 13. 'LET US NEVER COMFORT EACH OTHER INTO SLEEP' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) EPISTLE FROM ONE ABSENT EDITOR TO ANOTHER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |