RICH MAN
A rich man told me just before he died,
And I’ve no reason to think he lied,
Of ships he’d sailed the seven seas,
And flying fish on salty breeze,
To commoners he gave no tithe,
This world was his alone to scythe;
And scythe he did from dusk till dawn
His laborers broken, bent and torn;
With nose held high he tarried forth,
His countenance full of his self worth;
Then came the reaper to his deaths door
“I’ve come that I may settle the score”
And the reaper did of that I’m sure,
Ceasing his evil for ever more;
No more time for his lucre to swell,
For he dwells now alone in the depths of Hell
Alf Hutchison
Very true words.........Thank you for sharing. Yours in poetry Jill
Wow Fire and Brimstone Preachers delight Not my scene on this bright summers night
hi Alf, perse..afflunce cannot be a vice... unless ofcourse the other attributes that u have do eloquently penned... very nice poem it forces one to think about the imbalances in life...thanks for sharing cheers
A wonderful write, there are the rich (givers) and the rich (takers) and the latter include those who take man's very soul....I believe there is a payback
Pay back time comes to us all Alf...you have portrayed it so wonderfully here...exceptional write...thank you Fi 10+++
I would not comment about the morals of this piece since you were asking about criticism...Your QUATRAIN verses were well framed and so the succeeding stanzas were great...you have written it meticulously with fine; 1) alliteration 2) assonance 3) internal rhymes 4) end rhymes 5) metaphor This was a nice poetic narration.........great job here...10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. Seems like a fable or myth. Excellent rhyming.......10/10.