Author Francis Davison Rich Chremes while he lives will nought bestow On his poor heirs, but all at his last day. If he be half as wise as rich, I trow, He thinks that for his life they seldom pray. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments