Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MONEY, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES

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First Line: When I had money, money, o!
Last Line: My friends are real, though very few.
Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H.
Subject(s): Friendship - False Friends; Money; Fair Weather Friends

When I had money, money, O!
I knew no joy till I went poor;
For many a false man as a friend
Came knocking all day at my door.

Then felt I like a child that holds
A trumpet that he must not blow
Because a man is dead; I dared
Not speak to let this false world know.

Much have I thought of life, and seen
How poor men's hearts are ever light;
And how their wives do hum like bees
About their work from morn till night.

So, when I hear these poor ones laugh,
And see the rich ones coldly frown --
Poor men, think I, need not go up
So much as rich men should come down

When I had money, money, O!
My many friends proved all untrue;
But now I have no money, O!
My friends are real, though very few.

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