Rich But Happy
He spent his time here
Fishing around the earth
With nothing in hand to show
Yet the treasures he has
Have lived a thousand years
Run down from a wooden
Cross.
His riches have fed the poor
Saved many from the perils
Too foul for the demon to speak
Only he can buy the whole
World with the treasure in his pocket
Though rich as Midas’ hands he can live with
Delight.
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