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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357959" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mercenary View</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357959" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I knew a poor remittance man,<br>A decent chap, but funny,<br>In days when my ideas began<br>To be controlled by money<br>He wore a swank, patrician air;<br>But, oh, his life was filled with care,<br>For he had seldom cash to spare;<br>His mien was far from sunny.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357959" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I fear I was a snobbish youth<br>Who led a prig's existence.<br>I snubbed the chap, to tell the truth,<br>And kept him at a distance.<br>His clothes, well cut, were often worn<br>Threadbare. Tho' he was gently born<br>His friendship I refused with scorn<br>Despite his soft insistence.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357959" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But now the whirligig of time<br>Sees fit to elevate him.<br>While, lo, the money that was mine<br>Is shrinking, seriatim;<br>And faced by serious mishap.<br>While he reclines in Fortune's lap.<br>I'd like to find the dear old chap<br>I'd want to cultivate him.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a></strong></div>