Edgar Albert Guest

(20 August 1881 - 5 August 1959 / Birmingham / England)

Money - Poem by Edgar Albert Guest

HE'D made a fortune out of stocks, he couldn't count his worth;
He 'd hoarded up a store of gold, a section of the earth;
But still he sighed alone and talked of all the world's distress,
And mentioned to his dearest friends: 'Gold won't buy happiness.'

Within his mansion big and warm he often cried aloud:
'There is no joy in being rich, no charm in being proud;'
But still the morning saw him frowning, cross and very glum,
Unless he added to his store another goodly sum.

'Ah, me,' he often used to say,' indeed it's very true,
There are so many things in life that money cannot do;
It cannot purchase peace of mind nor make a conscience clear;
It cannot, when the soul is sad, make sorrow disappear.'

'You do not know what gold can do,' a friend of his replied,
'You little guess its purchase power, because you haven't tried;
Go, take your money out today, and see what it will buy;
Go, feed the hungry little child and note his twinkling eye.

'Go, help the brother in distress — an old man starts today
Across the hills to die within the poorhouse far away;
Give him a little of the gold you've hoarded to excess,
Then tell me if you can that money won't buy happiness.

'The money that is hoarded up will buy no peace of mind,
But money rightly used will bring much comfort you will find;
And if for others but a part of what you have is spent,
You'll find the happiness you crave, and you will live content.'


Comments about Money by Edgar Albert Guest

  • Moira Cameron (3/25/2016 11:28:00 PM)


    A useful little poem to share. (Report) Reply

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  • (3/25/2016 11:10:00 PM)


    The money that is hoarded up will buy no peace of mind,
    But money rightly used will bring much comfort you will find;
    The inference drawn on the basis of wisdom and experience is 100 % right. Thanks for sharing.10+ points.
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  • Susan Williams (3/25/2016 10:47:00 PM)


    What our poet says is so true but what will you wager that that rich man never stirs out of his mansion of gold to discover the radiant splendor of love? (Report) Reply

  • (3/25/2016 10:21:00 AM)


    A highly motivated and praiseworthy poem about the spending of money for best of needs of others which gives the happiness. (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (3/25/2016 9:12:00 AM)


    It's true that spending money to help others always brings more happiness than trying to hoard it for yourself. Edgar A. Guest has been called trite by some, but his poems always contain wisdom. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (3/25/2016 9:00:00 AM)


    Money is the root cause of many a problem in the world but if spent wisely, with a sublime purpose and for the benefit of needy, it would surely bring happiness. I quote:
    You'll find the happiness you crave, and you will live content.
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (3/25/2016 4:20:00 AM)


    You've hoaded to excess! Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • (2/16/2016 10:38:00 AM)


    Loving the use of personification to bring a new light to this type of poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 20, 2014



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