Old Grand Miser Poem by Chibueze Oscar Osuji

Old Grand Miser



Old grand miser dazzle above in pride,
All bags of gold and silver he will hide
In his wretched home, where no one will pry;
Neither garments nor shoes he'll therefore buy
Not a single dime will drop from his side.

Ev'rynight he'd lost a penny, he cried.
The neighbours woke in fright, Grand miser lied-
-That the chilling night always makes him cry;
Old grand miser.

A thief came, his e'er flowing wealth was dried;
Old grand miser cried he thought of suicide.
Miser's wealth was gone, he gazed at the sky
The sun jeer'd at him ''Kiss the world goodbye''.
'Neath this epitaph grave, a man had died
Old grand miser.

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