Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG FOR THE FIRST OF THE MONTH, by DOROTHY PARKER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Money cannot fill our needs Last Line: Laugh the landlord off with that! Alternate Author Name(s): Rothschild, Dorothy Subject(s): Money | ||||||||
Money cannot fill our needs, Bags of gold have little worth; Thoughtful ways and kindly deeds Make a heaven here on earth. Riches do not always score, Loving words are better far. Just one helpful act is more Than a gaudy motor car. Happy thoughts contentment bring Crabbed millionaires can't know; Money doesn't mean a thing, -- Try to tell the butcher so! None can stretch his life an hour Though he offer boundless wealth; Money, spite of all its power, Cannot purchase ruddy health. Simple pleasures are the best, Riches bring but misery, Homely hearts are happiest, Joy laughs loud at poverty. Pity those in Mammon's thrall, Poor, misguided souls are they. Money's nothing, after all, -- Make the grocer think that way! Greatest minds the world has known All agree that gold is dross. Man can't live by wealth alone; Bank books are a total loss. Banish strife and greed and gloom, Throw off money's harsh control, Sow good deeds, and watch them bloom, -- Hyacinths, to feed the soul. Hoard no pelf, lest moth and rust Do their work and leave you flat. Money? It is less than dust, -- Laugh the landlord off with that! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRAVELLER by RANDALL JARRELL ART VS. TRADE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |
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