Walter


I got my poverty for free
I did not have to pay for cold
If hard work hath made me old
blame it not on me

If you can’t love the tune I sing
may another better please
and as our smiles together freeze
does it matter anything? 

I’ll teach you to tell poetry from prose
that may to you some warmth and kindness take
and you’ll sleep better for their sake

 
As you will certainly agree
that I love you and you love me
take another book under your nose