Classic Poem

He had a rich uncle who sent him to a university and would have taken him into the firm; but he went off and married a girl, the men of whose family were truckmen.
His uncle would have nothing to do with him, and he became a cigar pedlar; but his wife was beautiful.
Even after she had borne children and had had to drudge and scrimp all her married life, whenever she came to his lodge ball, men and women turned to look at her.

His uncle died and left him a little money. And just in time, because he was growing too old to walk around at his business the way he had to.
He bought a formula for making an oil, rented a loft in which to manufacture, hired a salesman.
Perhaps the formula was a swindle, perhaps it was lack of experience in the business, but in a year or two he lost his money.
He went back to cigar peddling. His wife's hair had become white, but it gave her new beauty.