Pity the Poor Rich

Pity the Poor Rich.
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What’s the use of hurrying, and worrying, and scurrying?
Cease your labor, tired neighbor; come a while and play.

What’s the use of plundering, and thundering, and blundering?
Stop a while and learn to smile, and think of yesterday.
What’s the use of bustling, and hustling, and rus- tling?
Figures lie, and riches fly, and death alone is sure.
Quit your game of grabbing, and nabbing, and stabbing.
None so healthy, none so wealthy, as the happy poor!
-Sum S. Stinson,