Rich Or PoorA Poem by Tate MorganThe smiles of children stamped in the mint of memory are the coin of the realm of happiness! My great grandfather and grandmother Ben and Babe Morgan Circa 1920s A rich man's son inherits want with no desire to work hands bare Gives the job to another man to look out from his easy chair
A poor man's son inherits grace born of toil and sweat of his brow He adjudged of hard earned merit pushes on what body will allow
The rich man's son inherits greed with what malice it may entail Thinking others beneath his station for lack of character he does ail
The poor man's son inherits kindness which with all others level stands Then asks the outcast bless his door to share the fruit of his two hands
Heir to what is the rich man's son tender flesh that fears the cold To the poor never gives his time nor dare he wear a garment old
Inheriting, it seems to me what no good man would wish to be
Heir to what is the poor man's son strong muscles and pounding heart Chipped of a marble character beloved by all he touched in part
Inheriting, it seems to me what all good men would wish to be
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StatsAuthorTate MorganMarion , OHAboutAvailable from Amazon XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a .. more..Writing
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