Never Satisfied Poem by Edwina Reizer
Never Satisfied
There was a prince who rode my way
upon his steed of white.
He gazed at me then kept on riding.
I guess I looked a fright.
There was a pauper who walked my way
in his ragged clothes.
He gazed at me and then he smiled
but I turned up my nose.
One too rich, the other poor
and here I am complaining.
Shall another ever come my way
Or will I be remaining
Alone?
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