At the point when I had cash, cash, O!
I realized no delight till I went poor;
For some a bogus man as a companion
Came thumping the entire day at my entryway.
At that point felt I like a kid that holds
A trumpet that he should not blow
Since a man is dead; I challenged
Not address let this bogus world know.
Much have I thought of life, and seen
How helpless men's hearts are ever light;
What's more, how their spouses do murmur like honey bees About their work from morn till night.
In this way, when I hear these helpless ones giggle,
Furthermore, see the rich ones icily scowl— Helpless men, think
I, need not go up To such an extent as rich men should descend. At the point when I had cash, cash,
O! My numerous companions demonstrated all false;
In any case, presently I have no cash, O!
My companions are genuine, however not many
Lines of the day thanku