When I was poor <br />And always sure <br />Of whom my friends <br />And creditors were <br /> <br />I'd hasten fleet <br />The debt to meet <br />Lest any think me <br />A deadbeat. <br /> <br />Now I am rich, <br />The fact of which <br />Those self-same friends <br />And creditors itch. <br /> <br />My creditors cry <br />But have not I <br />A favor done them <br />When I buy? <br /> <br />They need not fear <br />The funds are here <br />And they'll be paid <br />Sometime this year.<br /><br />Adeline Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/indebted/
