Edward Wright Haile
Zz 020 No Man Is Richer - Poem by Edward Wright Haile
In friendship many find me every day.
Some share my pulse. Some nourish of like food.
Some know ahead of time my foolish good.
All day. At evening one or two will stay,
but in a lifetime piddling of those
keep near, unseparated by the course
of rise and ruin, helplessness and worse,
(conditions every tower-dweller knows)
as rhythmic as each season’s overthrow.
Believe no man is richer than his friends,
and you hoard wealth that even love commends.
When just a child I fought as children do
to vindicate a truth that none but I
possessed and but for me would fail or die.
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