Page:Backblock Ballads and Later Verses (C.J. Dennis, 1918).djvu/105

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My Poor Relation


I have a poor relation, but
    He never troubles me.
He's bowed with care; he wears an air
    Of abject misery.
Yet, I am happy to relate
He never is importunate.

I meet him often in the street;
    Sometimes he speaks with me;
I know, indeed, he is in need—
    That's very plain to see.
Yet, though he is in want, I own
He never asks me for a loan.

His cuffs are frayed around the edge;
    His hat's a sight to see;
His coat is torn; his pants are worn,
    And baggy at the knee.
Yet, though his need is manifest,
He never brings me one request.

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