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Edgar Guest - On Being Broke
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Don`t mind being broke at all,
When I can say that what I had
Was spent for toys for kiddies small
And that the spending made `em glad.
I don`t regret the money gone,
If happiness it left behind.
An empty purse I`ll look upon
Contented, if its record`s kind.
There`s no disgrace in being broke,
Unless it`s due to flying high;
Though poverty is not a joke,
The only thing that counts is "why?"
The dollars come to me and go;
To-day I`ve eight or ten to spend;
To-morrow I`ll be sailing low,
And have to lean upon a friend.
But if that little bunch of mine
Is richer by some toy or frill,
I`ll face the world and never whine
Because I lack a dollar bill.
I`m satisfied, if I can see
One smile that hadn`t bloomed before.
The only thing that counts with me
Is what I`ve spent my money for.
I might regret my sorry plight,
If selfishness brought it about;
If for the fun I had last night,
Some joy they`d have to go without.
But if I`ve swapped my bit of gold,
For laughter and a happier pack
Of youngsters in my little fold
I`ll never wish those dollars back.
If I have traded coin for things
They needed and have left them glad,
Then being broke no sorrow brings—
I`ve done my best with what I had.
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