The miser sits and counts his gold
well wrapped in rags against the cold.
He has no fire he lacks the sense
He cannot bear to spend his pence.
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I'm envious of your talent to make those words flow so nicely! Lovely! Hugs, dee
How much better this world would be if all its people thought as thee. Very well done, my friend. An enjoyable read. Thank you. Richard
Very nicely said. I agree: richer is the person who stores up happy memories and has shared even a little with many. His life is full of laughter and bird song.
I met someone like that, He was a drunk how had all kinds of people hanging around him. But then maybe he wasn't because I couldn't smell the boose. Loved your description just the same.