One Minute Rhyme Mark XXXIII : On The Wooden Hills

Today I met a rich man
coming up the stairs
if he was a happy man
I’m sadly unawares
because we never spoke at length
just traded a few words
an unprofitable transaction
for the rich man on the stairs.

Today I met a poor man
coming down the stairs
he smiled and asked me how I was
and I asked him in return
we spoke at length of life and love
without the grace and airs
of the grumpy rich man
I’d just met up the stairs.

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