by Samuel Hoffenstein (1890 - 1947)

When I was young
Language: English 
When I was young (or maybe, five),
And glad, so glad to be alive,
Oh, how my fancy used to itch
To be – how shall I put it? – rich!
A millionaire, it seemed to me,
Was quite the only thing to be;
A millionaire or billionaire
Or trillionaire – let’s leave it there!
Well, now my jolly youth is dead,
My pretty, infant fancies fled,
And here I sit and brood and itch
To be – how shall I put it? – rich!


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