Poem: RICH MAN

I saw a Rich Man walking down the street
With a chain across his waistcoat and spats on
his feet,
With silver in his pockets that jingled as he walked,
And a solid gold tooth that gleamed when he talked.
He walked by the girls with their baskets on their
knees
Full of white clove pinks and pink sweet peas
He walked by the flower girls whose baskets smelled
like honey
With his face full of care and his mind full of money.
I saw the Rich Man, he never saw me,
So I see more than the Rich Man can see.

ELEANOR FARJEON