Golden_Sun
10-09-2003, 09:39 AM
Richard Cory
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him.
He was a gentlement from sole to crown,
Clean flavoured, and imperially slim.
And he way always quietly arrayed
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good Morning." and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought he was wverything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So oon we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him.
He was a gentlement from sole to crown,
Clean flavoured, and imperially slim.
And he way always quietly arrayed
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good Morning." and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought he was wverything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So oon we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.