Oh how I'd be gay and glad <br />If a little house I had, <br />Snuggled in a shady lot, <br />With behind a garden plot; <br />Simple grub, old duds to wear, <br />A book, a pipe, a rocking-chair . . . <br />You would never hear me grouse <br />If I had a little house. <br /> <br />Oh if I had just enough <br />Dough to buy the needful stuff; <br />Milk and porridge, toast and tea, <br />How contented I would be! <br />You could have your cake and wine, <br />I on cabbage soup would dine, <br />Joking to the journey's end - <br />Had I just enough to spend. <br /> <br />Oh had I no boss to please <br />I'd give thanks on bended knees; <br />Could I to myself belong, <br />I would fill the day with song. <br />Freedom's crust is sweeter far <br />Than control and caviar; <br />How my ragged hat I'd toss <br />If I didn't have a boss. <br /> <br />So you may see my point of view, <br />But there's nothing I can do; <br />Oh the weariness of work, <br />Duties that I may not shirk. <br />Though simplicity I crave <br />I must go down to my grave, <br />Bossed by bullion, crossed by care - <br />Just a poor damn millionaire.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wistful/
