Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern American Poetry. 1919.
Franklin P. Adams18811960The Rich Man
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His country and his town estate.
He smokes a fifty-cent cigar
And jeers at Fate.
He knows not Poverty, her pinch.
His lot seems light, his heart seems gay;
He has a cinch.
Though I must slave for livelihood—
Think you that I would change with him?
You bet I would!