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A Poor Man’s Riches

A free verse poem

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Oh my dear sweet Molly girl
I would build you a mansion
If I could
High on one of the green rolling hills
That mockingly surround us
Reminding those of us who live in the valleys
That our dreams are too lofty to climb

A poor man such as I
Can only offer you his love and affection
And hold you close at night
Until the rough hewn walls
Of our humble cabin
Melt away in our slumber

I can give you a thousand summer evenings
With a black sky filled with a billion shining stars
I can share with you the Joy
Of listening to our children’s laughter
Chasing after them across the sunny meadows
As they play with innocent abandon
We will watch them grow up strong

There is nothing more precious
A poor man such as I
Can give to you, my dear sweet Molly girl
We will grow old together
And save our golden memories
As…