The Price of Riches


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Edgar Guest

Nobody stops at the rich man's door
to pass the time of day.
Nobody shouts a "hello!" to him
in the good old-fashioned way.
Nobody comes to his porch at night
and sits in that extra chair
And talks till it's time to go to bed.
He's all by himself up there.

Nobody just happens in to call
on the long, cold winter nights.
Nobody feels that he's welcome now,
though the house is ablaze with lights.
And never an unexpected guest
will tap at his massive door
And stay to tea as he used to do,
for his neighborly days are o'er.

It's a distant life that the rich man leads
and many an hour is glum,
For never the neighbors call on him
save when they are asked to come.
At heart he is just as he used to be
and he longs for his friends of old,
But they never will venture unbidden there.
They're afraid of his wall of gold.

For silver and gold in a large amount
there's a price that all men must pay,
And who will dwell in a rich man's house
must live in a lonely way.
For once you have built a fortune vast
you will sigh for the friends you knew
But never they'll tap at your door again
in the way that they used to do.