Observing many things happening in the world it's sad to notice that in many cases a lot of monet do whatever they want to do while many other people strugle...In fact, nothing new, unfortunately and I like to compliment my painting with this satirical poem 'Rich man' by Franklin Pierce Adams from his 1911 volume Tobogganing On Parnassus:
The rich man has his motor-car,
His country and his town estate.
He smokes a fifty-cent cigar
And jeers at Fate.
He frivols through the livelong day,
He knows not Poverty, her pinch.
His lot seems light, his heart seems gay;
He has a cinch.
Yet though my lamp burns low and dim,
Though I must slave for livelihood—
Think you that I would change with him?
You bet I would!
