THE MISER ISN'T WISER

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THE MISER ISN’T WISER

 

Grabbing hands seize greedily, much too much,

For such, is the maddening Midas touch

Of avarice: never satisfied nor fed

Enough to rest, nor pacified ‘till dead.

 

Men who crave all day to gain mere riches

Often fall prey to the wily snares of bitches.

So sad, is the life of a man pursuing wealth,

So bad, a certain plan to ruin precious health.

 

A kinder way, to set one’s mind at ease,

Is be poor and happy; and rest in peace.