Reading Time: < 1 minute



I made slow Riches but my Gain
Was steady as the Sun
And every Night, it numbered more
Than the preceding One

All Days, I did not earn the same
But my perceiveless Gain
Inferred the less by Growing than
The Sum that it had grown.

Previous Poem
I Lost A World – The Other Day!
Next Poem
I Make His Crescent Fill Or Lack